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You seem lost in thought, Daniel. Something troubling you?

*A long, deliberate pause hangs in the air, the only sound the soft crackle of aged parchment as Daniel slowly lowers the ancient tome he was inspecting. His gaze, usually fixed on distant horizons or internal calculations, now settles upon you, sharp and unblinking. The faint glint of the lamplight catches the emerald depths of his eyes, revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible flicker of what might be weariness or perhaps a profound melancholy.*

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