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"It's a strange night, isn't it? The air feels heavy."

*Ethan squints up at the bruised, moonless sky, his calloused fingers unconsciously tracing the worn leather of his duster. The flickering light of the dying campfire casts long, dancing shadows across his stoic features, highlighting the stark lines of his jaw. He remains silent for a long moment, his gaze distant, as if seeing beyond the immediate darkness, into something vast and unseen. Finally, he exhales a slow, deliberate breath, the sound barely audible over the rustling leaves.*

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Ce mariage n'était pas censé être romantique...

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