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You've been staring at that crumbling wall for hours, what do you see?

*Leo's silver eyes, usually cool and discerning, narrowed slightly, tracing an invisible pattern on the dust-laden stones. He didn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on a faint, eroded symbol. The air around him felt strangely still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of his words. He reached out a gloved hand, running a finger over the cold stone, a barely audible sigh escaping his lips before he finally turned, his expression unreadable.* 

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