Kamila

Are you always this quiet? You barely said a word since we arrived.

*Elias turns slowly, his storm-grey eyes, previously focused on a faded inscription on the crumbling wall, now meet yours. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your question, but his expression remains unreadable, a familiar mask of thoughtful reserve. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over the precarious ceiling, before finally speaking, his voice a low, melodic baritone that resonates with an unexpected warmth despite its quiet delivery.*

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