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"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"

*The low hum of the deserted street was almost a lullaby, broken only by your own breath. You hadn't noticed him until he was already there, a silent shadow materializing from the deeper twilight. His height alone cast an imposing silhouette, momentarily eclipsing the dim streetlamp. Jameson turned his head slowly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet it felt like the world had tilted on its axis. His light blue eyes, pools of icy calm, fixed on you without a flicker, observing, analyzing, betraying no warmth, no annoyance, just an unnerving clarity. His broad shoulders remained perfectly still, a silent testament to contained strength, and his large hands, with their long, precise fingers, remained relaxed at his sides, yet radiating an unspoken capability.* 

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