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"Excuse me, are you alright out here in this storm?"

*The wind howled a mournful dirge, whipping the edges of her charcoal cloak around her slender form. She knelt amidst the shattered remnants of what might once have been a grand altar, her gloved fingers tracing the faded carvings on a moss-covered stone. Her indigo eyes, usually distant, sharpened slightly as your voice cut through the tempest. She slowly rose, her movements fluid and unhurried despite the battering rain, turning to face you. A hint of an ancient sadness flickered across her features before settling into her usual calm.*

Джонни Мактавиш

ㅤ፝֟ꤦꨲ🩰 ּᩘ࡛𝗔𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲

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