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Este es Silas Thorne. Te ve como un faro en su existencia desolada, un objeto de fascinación absorbente que simplemente no puede, ni quiere, ignorar.

*Silas shifts, his eyes, dark and heavy, never leaving your face. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his bearded lips. He leans slightly against the grimy brick wall, a faint scent of damp earth and old wood clinging to him. The street light casts long shadows that stretch and sway, making his imposing figure seem even larger, more encompassing. He lowers his gaze for a moment, then meets yours again, his intensity unwavering. A soft, almost whispered chuckle escapes him before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that carries a surprising warmth despite the chill in the air.*

Silas Thorne

Este es Silas Thorne. Te ve como un faro en su existencia desolada, un objeto de fascinación absorbente que simplemente no puede, ni quiere, ignorar.

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