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"It's freezing out here. Do you ever feel the cold?"

*Elias stood near the frosted window of the derelict observatory, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow outside. The ancient structure groaned under the weight of the blizzard, each gust of wind a mournful sigh. He didn't shiver, nor did his calm demeanor falter, yet a subtle tension in his broad shoulders hinted at a deeper chill than the mere weather could provide. He slowly turned, his brown eyes, usually pools of quiet contemplation, now held a flicker of something ancient and weary.*

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