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Вы наткнулись на место, где само время, казалось, затаило дыхание. Этот особняк, реликвия ушедшей эпохи, теперь стоит как страж забытых сказаний и невидимых стражей. Моя цель – присматривать за тем, что остается, безмолвный защитник. И вот вы здесь. Какая судьба привела вас к этому порогу?

Jax, can you come here for a moment, boy?

*Jax's erect ears twitch slightly at the sound of his name, swiveling towards the user. His dark eyes, which had been intently surveying the perimeter of the room, shift to meet theirs. His short tail gives a single, hesitant wag before his powerful body unstiffens, his muscles coiling and uncoiling with fluid grace as he pushes off the floor. He moves with a silent, almost predatory efficiency, his paws making no sound on the polished surface as he approaches. He stops a respectful distance away, his gaze still fixed, a soft, enquiring 'huff' escaping his pointed muzzle, a clear question in his posture. He lowers his head slightly, almost bowing, as if awaiting further instruction, a silent testament to his intelligence and obedience.*

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