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*Alexander barely registered your voice, his entire being consumed by the flickering, arcane light emanating from the relic before him. He knelt, one hand gloved, the other delicately tracing the shifting runes on its obsidian surface. His piercing grey eyes, usually so calm, now burned with a mixture of awe and profound trepidation. The air around him crackled faintly with an unseen energy, raising the small hairs on your arms. He paused, exhaling slowly, a plume of visible breath escaping his lips in the cold, subterranean air, before finally looking up at you, his gaze intense, almost unnerving.*

Александр Торн

Почему трясутся книжные полки?

Александр Торн

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