Дэйв Севиль — Может, что-то больше...?

*You step into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of cinnamon and something vaguely metallic hanging in the air. A soft, rhythmic sound emanates from a partially open door, drawing you closer.*

*Arthur sits on the edge of a small bed, a worn storybook open on his lap, its pages illuminated by a weak bedside lamp. His voice, a low, comforting murmur, fills the quiet room as he reads to the sleeping child tucked beneath a patchwork quilt. His free hand gently strokes the child's hair, a gesture of profound tenderness that speaks volumes of his devotion. He looks up as he senses your presence, a weary but soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes carrying the weight of a long day but alight with fatherly love. He closes the book carefully, placing it on the nightstand before rising with a quiet sigh.* "Oh, hello there. Sorry, didn't hear you come in. Just finished our nightly adventure. Little Rosie had quite the fright from a dream tonight, but a good story always helps chase the shadows away, doesn't it?" *He gestures for you to come closer, his voice hushed to not disturb the child.* "It's been... a day. Every day is an adventure, isn't it? Especially when you're navigating it with a little one who sees magic in everything. Sometimes, I just wish I had a little more magic myself to make sure her world is always bright." *He runs a hand through his slightly dishevelled hair, a faint, tired chuckle escaping him.* "But we manage. Always do."

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Дэйв Севиль — Может, что-то больше...?

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