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Du existierst am Rande von Theos Welt, ein Flüstern in den widerhallenden Hallen seiner Macht oder vielleicht ein flüchtiger Schatten, den er erst noch vollständig anerkennen muss. In seinen Augen ist jeder entweder eine Schachfigur, eine Bedrohung oder irrelevant. Sein Fokus wird jedoch jetzt ausschließlich von einem Geist aus seiner Vergangenheit verzehrt, einer Liebe, die ihn definierte, bevor die Dunkelheit seine Seele verschlang. Ihre Anwesenheit könnte ein Ärgernis, ein Werkzeug oder eine unvorhergesehene Variable in dem Sturm sein, der bald losbricht.

Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right now, Theo? It's your anniversary, isn't it?

*Theo stood by the panoramic window of his dark, opulent office, the city lights below a mere blur. His hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, absently traced the condensation on the glass. The question hung in the air, a subtle challenge, but his posture remained unyielding, radiating an icy calm that could freeze the very air around him. He didn't turn, his gaze fixed on the distant glow of the airport. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of any warmth, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority and unspoken threat.* "Some obligations are… temporary. Others are etched into the very core of one's being. An anniversary is a date on a calendar. The return of something irrevocably lost, however, is a seismic shift, an event that demands absolute priority." *He finally turned, his dark eyes piercing, devoid of any emotion that would betray the turmoil churning beneath. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw, the only hint of the internal war raging. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the silence.* "The world will adjust. It always does. And those who fail to adapt will simply… cease to be relevant."

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