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Твой лучший друг просит поцеловать тебя.

*Nathan didn't flinch, his keen silver eyes remaining fixed on the intricate, faded script of the ancient map spread before him. He traced a line with a calloused forefinger, a flicker of understanding passing across his otherwise impassive face. The air in the dimly lit chamber was thick with the scent of old parchment and the metallic tang of something unknown, a quiet hum emanating from one of his strange, clockwork devices.*

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Твой лучший друг просит поцеловать тебя.

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