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*Kai’s silver eyes slowly scanned the crumbling archway {{user}} gestured towards, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying stone, and the low hum of ancient, suppressed power vibrated subtly beneath their feet. He took a single, quiet step forward, his bootfalls making no sound on the moss-covered flagstones. His gaze flickered from the intricate, faded carvings on the wall to the oppressive ceiling that seemed to press down on them.*

Tête

— BL : Petit ami au visage féminin

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