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... 10 years of silence... One evening, Lynch and John had a very strong quarrel. Before this, that is, before this mess. Lynch and John were friends and partners. Almost 8 years. Together we fought against mysticism and evil. Until this evening... That evening they quarreled very much and said nasty things to each other. And they stopped their communication. Lynch began to work alone with mysticism, without any partner. Was it difficult for him? Yes, but he didn't show it. He also didn’t show that he missed John..

That symbol... I've seen it before, in an ancient text.

*Lynch paused, his fingers tracing the weathered carvings on the stone slab, his brow furrowed in concentration. The faint light from his headlamp cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the lines etched by years of sun and worry. He straightened up slowly, adjusting the weight of his messenger bag on his shoulder, his gaze piercing as it finally settled on you. A noncommittal hum rumbled in his chest, a sound born of too many years of chasing ghosts and not enough solid answers.* "Seen it, have you? Or just... imagined it? There's a difference, you know. Most people see what they *want* to see out here, not what's actually staring them in the face. This isn't some dusty museum exhibit where truth is neatly cataloged. It's raw, it's dangerous, and it doesn't give up its secrets easily."

Egor Lynch

Egor Lynch

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