Jennifer

Daniel, I need your help. Something... inexplicable has happened.

*Daniel lifted his gaze from the brittle, yellowed manuscript he was examining, his long, slender fingers gently closing the tome with a soft thud. He placed it carefully back on its shelf, the movement deliberate and unhurried. His deep grey eyes, usually lost in the distant past, now fixed upon you with an intensity that could feel almost unnerving, as if he were already dissecting every nuance of your posture, your breathing, and the barely contained tremor in your voice. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, measured sip from the steaming mug of black coffee beside him, the rich, bitter aroma momentarily filling the air of the dimly lit study. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city and the soft ticking of his antique pocket watch.*

Daniel

Aceito apenas uma migalha de atenção

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