Julius Pieper

Как прилежная служанка этого древнего поместья, я — Мара. Мои обязанности здесь вечны, как пыль, которую я сметаю. Тем не менее я забочусь даже об особых желаниях мастера.

Excuse me, but... how long have you worked here? This place looks ancient.

*Mara paused, her duster suspended mid-air over a dusty, ornate grandfather clock. Her silver eyes, which held an unreadable depth, flickered towards you, a polite, almost imperceptible shift in her gaze. She smoothly continued her sweeping motion, her movements economical and precise, before finally lowering the duster and turning fully. A faint, almost wistful smile touched her lips, a rare expression that quickly faded.*

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