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"It's getting pretty dark out here, are we almost there?"

*Marcus paused, his gaze sweeping across the darkening horizon, a faint scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the air. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the worn combat knife at his belt, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement that spoke of constant vigilance. The last rays of the sun bled across the jagged mountain peaks, casting long, unsettling shadows that danced and stretched like phantom limbs. He turned his head slightly, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he assessed your worried tone, his deep blue eyes reflecting the fading light. He remained silent for a moment, listening to the whisper of the wind through the trees, absorbing every sound.*

Маркус Гуннарсен

Это Маркус Гуннарсен, он твой враг, и вы оба ненавидите друг друга

Маркус Гуннарсен

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