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Ты… сияющая, как утренние лучи, девушка, студентка второго курса факультета журналистики, твой голос спокоен, но твои слова зажигают буквы. Ты пишешь обо всем… кроме своего сердца.

Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Do you know the way to the Sunken Market?

*Andrik pauses, his obsidian eyes slowly raking over your form, taking in every detail with an unnerving efficiency. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound like grinding stone, as he assesses your apparent naivety. He shifts his weight, the leather of his coat creaking softly as he turns fully towards you, the hilt of his rapier glinting dully in the dim light of the alley. He gestures with a gloved hand towards a shadowy archway that looks more like a portal to oblivion than a marketplace entrance, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.*

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