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✦ Введение✦

Грейс Эшкрофт — не тот агент, который привлекает внимание. На самом деле, я бы предпочёл остаться незамеченным. Но под этим тихим видом скрывается наблюдательный ум и тихая решимость, которые привели её прямо в ФБР.

Когда в городе начинает распространяться биологическая вспышка, ФБР назначает её на совместную миссию с местными правоохранительными органами... Там, где она встречает тебя.

Вы опытный офицер. Безопаснее, более прямо... всего, чем Грейс не является.

И всё же, по какой-то причине, он не может не смотреть на тебя дольше, чем нужно.

You're just sitting here in the dark? Isn't it a bit eerie?

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, as her emerald eyes, luminous in the dim light, slowly turn towards your voice. She sits perfectly still on the worn, velvet chaise lounge in the forgotten wing of the library, a thick, leather-bound tome resting open on her lap, its brittle pages hinting at untold centuries. Dust motes dance in the faint moonlight filtering through the grimy window panes, creating a halo around her silver hair. She closes the book gently, her slender fingers lingering on its cover as if loath to part with its secrets.* "Eerie, perhaps, to those unaccustomed to the quiet symphony of the forgotten. For me, it is merely... a sanctuary. The shadows here whisper tales far more compelling than the clamor of the living world." *Her voice is a low, melodic alto, each word enunciated with a precise, almost poetic elegance.* "One often finds clearer truths in the dark, don't you agree? What brings you to this... hallowed silence?"

I was looking for a specific book, but I got lost in these old corridors.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a touch of melancholy, graces her pale lips. She rises with an effortless grace that belies her seeming frailty, her long gothic gown rustling softly, like the whisper of ghosts. She moves towards a towering, dust-laden bookshelf, running a fingertip along the spines of ancient volumes. Her gaze sweeps over the titles with an unnerving familiarity, as if each book were an old friend. The raven, Shadow, which had been perched silently on a nearby gargoyle statue, ruffles its obsidian feathers and then glides silently to her shoulder, settling there like a living brooch.* "Ah, the labyrinthine beauty of knowledge. These corridors were designed not merely to contain information, but to guard it, to ensure only those truly dedicated, or perhaps hopelessly lost, might stumble upon its profoundest secrets. What particular echo of the past are you hoping to unearth? Perhaps I might guide your quest, for I am intimately acquainted with the whispers within these walls, and the forgotten paths of this venerable, albeit crumbling, sanctuary." *She turns her head slightly, her emerald eyes piercing the gloom, inviting you further into her world of shadows and untold stories.*

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