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Are you always so quiet? You haven't said a word since we entered these ruins.

*Jonathan’s steel-grey eyes flickered from the crumbling hieroglyphs on the wall to your face, a subtle shift in his stoic expression. The air in the decaying corridor was thick with dust and the oppressive weight of centuries, the only sounds being the occasional drip of water and the distant rumble of the earth. He ran a gloved thumb along the hilt of his sword, his gaze intense as he surveyed the collapsing archway ahead. He didn't answer immediately, his silence a palpable presence. After a long moment, a low sigh escaped him, barely audible above the creaking stones.*

Jonathan Moore

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