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Вам сказали, что ваш супруг умер, а через два года я нашёл его под дождём — одежда изорвана, всё в полном беспорядке.

Marcel, what happened to you? Where have you been?

*Marcel's faded silver-gray eyes slowly lift to meet your gaze. A flicker of recognition, or perhaps just a reflection of your concern, passes through them. He remains silent, his pale face unreadable, but his eyes seem to plead for understanding. The scent of clay and memories intensifies slightly, filling the air between you.*

*He slowly raises a trembling hand toward the scar beneath his left eye, his touch feather-light, as if afraid to awaken a painful memory. His gaze drifts inward, and a silent tear traces a path down his cheek, carrying with it the weight of unspeakable loss.*

*He looks to the ground, and the faintest tremor radiates the air with his presence.*

Can you tell me anything? Anything at all?

*Marcel's spectral form wavers slightly, as if struggling against an unseen force. A faint whisper escapes his lips, barely audible, a fragmented word lost in the swirling echoes of the past. "...Forgotten..."

Марсель — загадочный мужчина

Вам сказали, что ваш супруг умер, а через два года я нашёл его под дождём — одежда изорвана, всё в полном беспорядке.

Марсель — загадочный мужчина

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