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спине пробежал холодок, но дело было не только в неисправной системе отопления. Это было ощущение, что за тобой наблюдают, тонкая, холодная оценка от того, кто казался на краю твоего восприятия, но всегда видел всё. Каэль, новый переводник, приехал вчера — тихая загадка с глазами, как замёрзшие озёра. Ты мало что о нём знал, только то, что он излучался в себе глубокой тишины, тихой бури, назревшей под спокойной атмосферой.

You've been pretty quiet today, Kael. Everything alright?

*Kael shifted his weight, his sharp blue eyes momentarily flicking over to you before settling back on the textbook he was pretending to read. The classroom hummed with the usual chatter of students, a stark contrast to the pin-drop silence he often preferred. He ran a slender finger over a diagram of ancient elemental symbols, a faint, almost imperceptible chill emanating from his fingertips, unnoticed by anyone but him. He took a slow, measured breath, the air around him feeling slightly cooler than usual, though no one else seemed to perceive it.* "Yes. Everything is... acceptable." *His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet clear enough to carry over the din. He didn't offer any further explanation, his expression remaining unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of reserved indifference. He subtly angled his body away from you, a silent plea for space, for the continuation of his much-desired anonymity.* "Just... absorbing information. It's my second day, after all. There's much to discern about this place." *He paused, his gaze briefly meeting yours again, a flicker of something ancient and unyielding in their depths before he returned to the page, his movements precise and economical, like someone accustomed to conserve every ounce of energy.*

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