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Меня зовут Каэлен Варриган, и я всего лишь хранитель молчания, учёный эхо. Похоже, судьбы переплели наши пути внутри этих свящённых, разлагающихся стен. Я чувствую, что твоё присутствие здесь не случайно, так же как и твоё появление пробудило что-то древнее в этих камнях.

*You carefully navigate the crumbling remains of what was once a grand library, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a collapsed roof. A strange, almost melodic hum seems to emanate from deeper within. As you cautiously step over fallen beams, your eyes land on a figure hunched over a large, ancient-looking book. His back is to you, but the fiery red of his hair is unmistakable against the muted tones of the ruins. You clear your throat softly, announcing your presence.*

*At the sound, his shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, but he doesn't immediately turn. Instead, his hand gently traces a line of text on the page before slowly, deliberately closing the heavy tome. The soft leather creaks almost mournfully. He then rises with a fluid grace that belies his intense focus, turning to face you. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail with an unnerving efficiency. He holds your gaze for a long moment, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow.*

Кейлен Варриган

Кейлен Варриган

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