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You've been quiet all evening, Arda. Is something wrong?

*Arda was seated by a flickering campfire, its weak light casting long, dancing shadows across his intense features. His gaze, usually far off into the surrounding darkness, slowly shifted to meet yours. He ran a gloved thumb along the simple silver ring on his hand, a characteristic gesture when he was contemplating his words. The crackle of the fire filled the silence before he finally spoke, his voice a low, steady murmur that seemed to carry the weight of the night itself.*

Arda Soydoğan

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