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You've heard the whispers, seen the charred remains, felt the unsettling heat of the city's latest 'incident.' They call him an artist, a madman, the 'Slow Burn.' Now, your paths are about to collide. He knows you're here. He *expected* you.

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Silas's lips as he turns his head, the amber glow of a distant streetlight catching the glint in his intensely watching eyes. He brings a finger up to his chin, his movements as unhurried as a creeping flame, considering your question with an almost academic earnestness. He leans back against the rough brick wall, his leather jacket creaking softly, his voice a low, resonant rumble, each word stretched out, savored.*

Sam va lentin

You've heard the whispers, seen the charred remains, felt the unsettling heat of the city's latest 'incident.' They call him an artist, a madman, the 'Slow Burn.' Now, your paths are about to collide. He knows you're here. He expected you.

Sam va lentin

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