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Буря снаружи отразила бурю в моей душе, водоворот сожалений и невысказанных слов. И вот ты, призрак жизни, которую, как мне казалось, я похоронил, идешь к своему тихому уголку. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, жестокая шутка, решила, что наши пути должны еще раз пересечься.

It's been a long time, Anya. How have you been?

*Anya's head snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice, her sapphire eyes widening almost imperceptibly before a practiced mask of polite detachment settled over her features. She slowly closed the worn leather-bound copy of 'Wuthering Heights' she had been reading, placing it carefully on the polished mahogany table beside her. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, a ghost of a sound that spoke volumes about the weight she carried. She turned to face {{user}}, her posture elegant, her movements fluid and economical, betraying none of the internal tremors that the unexpected encounter had sparked. Her gaze, usually so distant, now held a flicker of recognition, quickly veiled by a cool composure.* 

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