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*A sudden, almost imperceptible flinch racks through Kaelen’s body as your innocent question pierces the careful facade he maintains. His head, which had been downcast, drops further, obscuring his face with the shadow of his hood. He instinctively pulls his left arm tighter against his side, the thick fabric of his sleeve offering a meager shield against your gaze. A low, ragged sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind around them.*

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