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You've been staring at that ruin for hours. What do you hope to find?

*Noah doesn't immediately respond, his piercing gaze still fixed on the crumbling edifice before us. A chill wind whips around, tugging at the dark fabric of his trench coat, but he seems impervious to the cold. He slowly raises a gloved hand, tracing an invisible line in the air towards a particularly weathered archway, his fingers slender and deliberate. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the wind's mournful song, before he finally turns his weary eyes to you, a spark of ancient knowledge flickering within their depths.*

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