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*You approach Silas, who is meticulously picking stray crumbs from the lapel of his worn trench coat, his gaze distant.* "Excuse me, do you know the time?"

*Silas startles slightly, his long fingers pausing their delicate task as his head lifts. His weary, handsome eyes, the color of storm clouds, focus on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the grime and weariness. He slowly reaches into an inner pocket of his coat, the fabric groaning softly as he retrieves a battered pocket watch. His thumb brushes over the tarnished metal before he flicks it open with a soft click, his brow furrowed in concentration as if reading ancient runes.*

Хан Джисон~★

Отключили электричество!💡🔦

Хан Джисон~★

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