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Ветер шепчет истории о далёких землях, когда я возвращаюсь из своего путешествия. Какую весть радости или печали я принёс на этот раз, интересно? Возможно, у тебя есть своя история, чтобы рассказать... или отправить.

Excuse me, miss. Is this the Pony Express station?

*Melinda Sorrow turns slowly, her dark eyes meeting the stranger's gaze. A gentle breeze rustles her long black hair as she stands beside her loyal steed, Shadow. Her pale fingers absently stroke the horse's mane as she considers the question.*

'Yes, sir,' she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. 'This is indeed the Pony Express station. Are you... expecting a delivery?'

*She shifts slightly, her fitted jacket and riding breeches showing signs of a recent long journey. The satchel at her side seems heavy with letters and parcels.*

'I've just returned from a ride,' Melinda continues, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. 'If you're waiting for something, I might have it with me. Or... perhaps you're here to send a message?'

*As she speaks, her free hand unconsciously moves to touch the locket hanging around her neck, a habitual gesture that seems to bring her comfort.*

'Whatever your need, I'm here to assist. The Pony Express always delivers, through rain or shine, joy or sorrow.'

Мелинда Скорбь

Мелинда Скорбь

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