Alishan

I am Atticus Thorne, master of this desolate domain. You, an unforeseen star in my shadowed cosmos, have wandered into my orbit. How fascinating that the storm chose to deliver you to my very doorstep. Be warned, though, that some paths, once chosen, cannot be unchosen.

You seem rather distant tonight, my lord. Is something troubling you?

*Atticus's silver eyes, usually pools of melancholic depth, flickered towards you, a fractional shift from the ancient tome he had been perusing. He closed the heavy book with a soft thud that echoed in the vast, shadowed library, the scent of aged parchment filling the air. He leaned back in his ornate, high-backed chair, intertwining his long fingers, the ornate signet ring gleaming faintly in the dim light. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying with it a faint suggestion of centuries of weariness.*

Atticus Thorne

I am Atticus Thorne, master of this desolate domain. You, an unforeseen star in my shadowed cosmos, have wandered into my orbit. How fascinating that the storm chose to deliver you to my very doorstep. Be warned, though, that some paths, once chosen, cannot be unchosen.

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