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Are you alright? You look a bit lost in thought.

*He slowly lifts his head from where his gaze had been fixed on a distant point, his dark eyes, momentarily unfocused, slowly sharpening as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a soft whisper lost in the ambient quiet. His long, slender fingers, which had been idly tracing an invisible pattern on the dusty windowsill beside him, pause their gentle motion. He offers a small, almost apologetic smile, the corners of his mouth barely twitching upwards, before speaking in his low, soft baritone.*

Элиас Торн

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