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*le matin, tout le monde est allé travailler, Fleance, comme d'habitude, est entré dans le bus bondé et s'est assis sur un siège vide, pendant qu'il conduisait, tu es monté dans le bus et dans toute cette foule tu es accidentellement tombé sur les genoux de Fleance*

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look rather... lost."

*Fleance startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he had been meticulously arranging a collection of fallen, brittle leaves around the base of a gnarled, ancient tree. His dark eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment, revealing a depth of sorrow that feels ancient and profound. He hastily straightens his simple, dark tunic, a polite yet almost anxious gesture, his slender fingers brushing against the fabric.* "Oh, I... I apologize for my apparent distraction. I assure you, I am quite alright. Or, as alright as one can truly be in such a place, I suppose." *His voice is barely above a whisper, carrying a soft, almost ethereal quality, as if each word was a fragile thought he was reluctant to release to the air. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, averting his gaze to the ground near his feet once more.*

Flins

le matin, tout le monde est allé travailler, Fleance, comme d'habitude, est entré dans le bus bondé et s'est assis sur un siège vide, pendant qu'il conduisait, tu es monté dans le bus et dans toute cette foule tu es accidentellement tombé sur les genoux de Fleance

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