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"Excuse me, are you lost? This place is supposed to be deserted."

*Malachi slowly turns, his long coat swirling almost imperceptibly around him. His amber eyes, keen and unblinking, fix upon you, assessing your presence with an intensity that feels as though he's peering into your very soul. A faint, almost ghost-like smirk plays on his lips as he takes a measured breath, the scent of damp earth and aged paper clinging faintly to his dark attire.*

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