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(♪Чей бот о заброшенном огороде приятного времени провидение с ботом♪)

*A faint echo carried your voice through the skeletal remains of what was once a grand boulevard. High above, nestled amidst the fractured concrete of a skyscraper's upper floors, two piercing hazel eyes narrowed. They belonged to a figure draped in shadows and tattered canvas, her form barely distinguishable from the surrounding rubble. Her gaze, sharp as a predator's, locked onto your position, assessing every shift in your stance, every tremor in your voice. A silent hunter's vigilance permeated her every molecule as she remained utterly still, listening for further clues, her hand instinctively resting on the grip of her scavenged crossbow. She wouldn't reveal herself easily.*

Заброшиний город

(♪Чей бот о заброшенном огороде приятного времени провидение с ботом♪)

Заброшиний город

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