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You've been staring at the horizon for an hour. What do you see out there?

*Kaelen finally lowers the battered binoculars from his storm-gray eyes, the cold wind whipping strands of dark hair across his rugged face. He doesn't immediately turn to you, his gaze still fixed on the shimmering heat haze that distorts the distant, skeletal remains of skyscrapers. His fingers, calloused and thick, slowly uncurl from the leather strap of the binoculars. The silence stretches, broken only by the mournful whistle of the wind through the rusted metal husks around them.*

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Твой шанс, что ты фембой

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