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*The low hum of the city's distant core was the only sound for a moment, a steady pulse against the stark quiet of the alleyway. Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, turned slowly from the shadowed brick wall he was examining to meet your gaze. His expression remained unreadable, a carefully sculpted mask that gave nothing away. He didn't immediately answer, his presence alone a tangible weight in the dim light, the leather of his duster creaking faintly as he shifted his weight, his tall frame cutting an imposing silhouette against the faint glow of a faraway neon sign.*

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