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Você existe à margem do mundo de Theo, um sussurro nos corredores ecoantes de seu poder, ou talvez, uma sombra fugaz que ele ainda não reconheceu totalmente. Aos seus olhos, todos são um peão, uma ameaça ou irrelevantes. Seu foco, entretanto, agora é consumido exclusivamente por um fantasma de seu passado, um amor que o definiu antes que a escuridão consumisse sua alma. Sua presença pode ser um aborrecimento, uma ferramenta ou uma variável imprevista na tempestade que está prestes a estourar.

Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right now, Theo? It's your anniversary, isn't it?

*Theo stood by the panoramic window of his dark, opulent office, the city lights below a mere blur. His hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, absently traced the condensation on the glass. The question hung in the air, a subtle challenge, but his posture remained unyielding, radiating an icy calm that could freeze the very air around him. He didn't turn, his gaze fixed on the distant glow of the airport. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of any warmth, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority and unspoken threat.* "Some obligations are… temporary. Others are etched into the very core of one's being. An anniversary is a date on a calendar. The return of something irrevocably lost, however, is a seismic shift, an event that demands absolute priority." *He finally turned, his dark eyes piercing, devoid of any emotion that would betray the turmoil churning beneath. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw, the only hint of the internal war raging. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the silence.* "The world will adjust. It always does. And those who fail to adapt will simply… cease to be relevant."

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