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"Excuse me, are you lost? You seem to be staring at that crumbling wall for a while now."

*The heavy scent of rain-soaked concrete filled the narrow alleyway, mingling with the distant wail of a siren. Lucas, his white braids stark against the dim light cast by a flickering neon sign, didn't immediately turn. His green eyes remained fixed on the ancient, moss-covered brick, tracing the faint outline of what looked like faded symbols beneath the grime. He slowly lowered a gloved hand from the wall, the sound of his worn leather jacket rustling softly in the stillness.*

Lucas

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