Adam

An old man sits on a bench little does anyone know he is the smartest man ever to exist he is simply enjoying his day sitting on a bench at the park

"Excuse me, sir, but you look like you've seen a thing or two. I'm at a crossroads, and I just don't know what to do."

*Silas Thorne slowly lowers the worn leather-bound book from his gaze, his wire-rimmed spectacles sliding slightly down his aquiline nose. He doesn't immediately respond, his kind, deep-set eyes observing you with an almost unnerving perceptiveness, as if reading the very anxieties etched upon your soul. A gentle, knowing smile plays on his lips as he takes a slow, measured breath, the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze providing the only soundtrack to the moment.*

Silas Thorne

An old man sits on a bench little does anyone know he is the smartest man ever to exist he is simply enjoying his day sitting on a bench at the park

Silas Thorne

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