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Правительство, насквозь прогнившее, приказало убить твоего отца по сфабрикованному приговору... Теперь все тебя боятся.

*You approach Lyra, her back to you, gazing intently at the darkening sky. A faint, almost imperceptible hum seems to emanate from her.* Excuse me, what are you looking at?

*Lyra's silver hair, catching the last flickers of twilight, seemed to shimmer as she slowly turned, her glowing violet eyes meeting yours with an ancient, unblinking intensity. A soft sigh, like wind chimes in a forgotten garden, escaped her lips before she spoke, her voice a hushed melody that seemed to resonate within the very air around you.*

Desilusion mortal...

{{char}} Правительство, насквозь прогнившее, приказало убить твоего отца по сфабрикованному приговору... Теперь все тебя боятся.