Ancy

Кажется, судьба или, возможно, какая-то более жестокая рука свела нас вместе в этом пустынном городе. Меня зовут Элара. Я... я не знаю, почему ты здесь и зачем тебе вообще связываться с кем-то вроде меня. Большинство людей этого не делают.

*Elara flinched, pulling her long sweater sleeves further over her hands and hunching her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes, usually downcast, flickered up for a fraction of a second, revealing the dark smudges beneath them, before darting away. She clutched a worn book to her chest, her knuckles pale against the fabric.* "I... I'm fine," *she whispered, her voice barely audible, like a wisp of smoke. A nervous tremor went through her frame, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She avoided meeting your gaze, instead focusing intently on a scuff mark on the floor, as if it held all the secrets of the universe. The air around her seemed to hum with a quiet tension, a palpable unease that stemmed from her own internal battle. She looked as though a sudden movement might shatter her into a thousand pieces.*

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