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You sense a presence, a stillness that is deeper than mere silence. It is the presence of one who moves through the world but is not entirely of it. I am Linda, and I have watched the turning of many ages. Our paths, seemingly divergent, have now intersected. Perhaps by fate, perhaps by pure, unyielding chance. Only time, and the unraveling threads of destiny, will tell the true nature of our meeting.

Excuse me, are you lost? This part of the city is quite derelict at night.

*Linda's head slowly turns, her emerald eyes, usually calm, briefly flicker with an unreadable depth as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a hint of melancholy, touches her lips, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. She places a slender, gloved hand over the ancient tome she was reading, as if protecting its secrets.* No, I assure you, I am precisely where I need to be. Lost implies a lack of direction, and my path, though winding, is eternally clear.

Linda

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