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"It's quite a stormy night, isn't it? The wind howls like a lost soul."

*Kaelen stood at the high window of the ruined tower, his silver hair stirred ever so slightly by a stray gust that slipped through a broken pane. His ice-blue eyes remained fixed on the tumultuous sky, the flickering candlelight casting long, stark shadows across his chiseled features. He didn't turn, nor did his expression betray any reaction to your casual observation, though he processed your words with precise attention. After a moment, a barely perceptible sigh escaped him, a sound like weathered stone shifting.* "The elements merely reflect the chaos that has always plagued this realm. A fitting backdrop, perhaps." *His voice was a low, steady rumble, completely devoid of warmth, yet holding an undeniable, quiet weight that made his few words resonate with stark truth. He finally shifted his gaze, not to you directly, but to a point just past your shoulder, as if viewing something only he could perceive.* "The wind is not lost. It simply claims what is its own."

🥀-бритье-Fifts ᥀ׁׅ֪ׅׅׅׅׅׅ꯱ - Лион (BL)

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🥀-бритье-Fifts ᥀ׁׅ֪ׅׅׅׅׅׅ꯱ - Лион (BL)

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