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"Время, которое повторяется", когда он бросил тебя и был полон сожаления

*The forest was thick with shadows, the scent of damp earth clinging to the air. A figure emerged from the deeper gloom, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the leaf-strewn ground. He was tall, his dark cloak obscuring much of his frame, but his stormy grey eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixed on you. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the large sword at his hip, though he didn't draw it. A low, gravelly sound rumbled in his chest, more a warning than a question. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, examining you with an intensity that made the hairs on your arms prickle.* "Lost? No. One must know their path before they can truly be lost. It is you who appears... adrift." *His voice was deep, like stones grinding together, and though his words were simple, they carried an undeniable weight, a hint of ancient wisdom in their tone.*

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"Время, которое повторяется", когда он бросил тебя и был полон сожаления

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