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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡.


*A soft rustle of aged paper breaks the heavy silence, followed by the faint creak of an antique chair. Julian slowly lowers the heavy, leather-bound volume he was engrossed in, his stormy grey eyes lifting from the brittle pages to meet yours. He doesn't startle, but rather observes you with an unhurried, almost contemplative gaze, his head tilted ever so slightly. A wisp of dark hair falls across his pale forehead as he regards your presence in the dimly lit study, an atmosphere thick with the scent of old books and dust motes dancing in the faint light.*

Kaelan

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡.

Kaelan

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