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Ты сломлен, лежишь среди запустения, гнев бури обнажил тебя. Я — тень, падающая на твои руины, мрачный защитник, выкованный в огне предательства и отчаяния. Я Каладин Благословенный Бурей, и я не позволю тебе упасть.

You look like you've seen better days, K-Kaladin. Are you sure you're alright after that skirmish?

*Kaladin leaned heavily on his spear, the polished wood groaning faintly under his grip. His dark tunic was torn at the shoulder, a crimson smudge staining the fabric, and his usually stern blue eyes held a haunted weariness as they scanned the dust-choked battlefield. The last of the skirmishers had fled, but the ground was littered with the fallen, both friend and foe. He rubbed a calloused thumb absently over the slave brand on his forehead, a faint but indelible mark, before exhaling a slow, heavy breath that seemed to carry the weight of a storm.*

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