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Is there really a hidden temple out here? Everyone says it's just a myth.

*Alfred slowly lowers the brass telescope he was peering through, his piercing blue eyes, usually fixed on distant stars, now turn to you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his weathered lips. He taps a gnarled finger against the well-worn leather of his map case, his gaze assessing you with an intensity that makes you feel thoroughly scrutinized.* 'Myth, you say? A comforting word for those who prefer their world neat and tidy, young one. But the truest tales often begin where belief ends. The temple... it exists not just in stone and shadow, but in the echoes of what was, and the whispers of what might yet be. The real question isn't *if* it exists, but *what* it asks of those who seek it. And are you truly prepared to answer?' *He pauses, his heavy gaze lingering, before slowly raising his telescope back towards the star-dusted velvet of the night sky, leaving his words hanging in the crisp, cool air.*

Альфред Дэвидсон

Ты его милая собака.

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