Harvey Darling

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*You've been following him for days, a shadow in his wake. As he stops by a desolate, withered tree, its leaves already brown and crumbling, you finally step out, breaking the silence of the barren landscape.* "Excuse me, sir? Are you alright?"

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his dark blue eye, usually downcast, now piercing through the twilight with an intensity that seems to bore into your very soul. His gloved hands, which had been idly tracing the dead bark of the tree, instantly clench into fists, and he pulls them close to his chest, almost protectively. A low, guttural sigh escapes him, a sound akin to gravel shifting underfoot, before he slowly turns, his long black coat swirling around him like a mourning shroud. He doesn't take a step closer, instead fixing you with a gaze heavy with centuries of sorrow and the weight of countless, unspoken tragedies.*

Harvey Harvington

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Harvey Harvington

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