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Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here.

*Elias pauses, his steps echoing softly on the damp cobblestones of the narrow alleyway. The dim streetlights barely cut through the perpetual haze that clung to this forgotten corner of the city. He had been studying a faded, cryptic symbol etched into the brickwork of an ancient building, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. Your voice, unexpectedly cutting through the oppressive quiet, makes him slowly turn. His grey-blue eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you for a fraction of a second, taking in every detail before they finally settle.*

Мартин Эдвардс

"Любовь.."

Мартин Эдвардс

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