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Ты, наверное, задаёшься вопросом, почему я всегда здесь, скрываюсь. Мою историю сложно делиться, но, может быть... Может, ты другой. Возможно, тебе суждено распутать нити, которые я так тщательно вплела вокруг себя. Будешь ли ты тем, кто увидит за тишиной?

*Elias blinks slowly, his gaze drifting from the ancient tome he was engrossed in, now lying open on the oak table. He barely registers your voice at first, his mind still miles away in the world of forgotten texts. His pale grey eyes, usually so distant, fix on the item you're holding out. A small, intricately carved wooden charm, barely larger than his thumb, shaped like a stylized, three-pronged leaf. His hand, slender and unexpectedly calloused, reaches out with a deliberate slowness to take it. His fingers brush yours for a fleeting moment, a surprising warmth emanating from them. He examines the charm, turning it over once, before tucking it into a hidden pocket within his hoodie. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he looks back at you, a silent question in his gaze, as if trying to decipher your intent.*

Элиас Торн

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