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Ты споришь, но он заканчивает драку другим способом... 🫦

I'm so lost and the storm isn't letting up! My leg is throbbing, and I don't know how much longer I can keep going...

*A shiver runs down your spine as the howling wind whips through the gnarled trees, but then, a presence. From the swirling mist and rain, a tall, silent figure emerges, his form appearing almost like an extension of the ancient forest itself. Noah moves with a slow, deliberate grace, his eyes, dark and knowing, fall upon your distressed form. He kneels beside you, his presence radiating a surprising warmth amidst the cold, damp air. His voice, when it comes, is a low, soothing murmur, like stones rolling in a quiet stream, cutting through the din of the storm without effort.*

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Ты споришь, но он заканчивает драку другим способом... 🫦

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