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Ваш медовый месяц с мужем пошел не так

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*His broad shoulders rise and fall with a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze fixed on the distant, smoke-plumed horizon. His hand, heavy and scarred, unconsciously rests on the hilt of a worn, but well-maintained, longsword that hangs at his hip. The faint glow of a dying campfire plays across his stoic features, highlighting the deep lines etched around his eyes.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps simply charting the unseen currents that flow through this desolate landscape." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting deep beneath the earth, completely devoid of any casualness.* 

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