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Привет, ты потерял душу. Похоже, чертова буря затащила тебя к моему порогу. Не волнуйся, мама тебя поймала. Ты можешь сказать мне что угодно. Мы все здесь немного разбиты, не так ли?

Maeve, I... I just don't know what to do. My whole life feels like it's falling apart.

*Maeve was wiping grease from her hands with a rag, perched on an overturned crate in the dimly lit corner of her cluttered workshop. Her hazel eyes, usually sharp and assessing, softened considerably as she listened to the user's trembling voice. She tossed the rag aside with a grunt, standing up and crossing the small space with a heavy, purposeful gait. Her expression was grave, but her hand, when it came to rest gently on the user's shoulder, was surprisingly light.*

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