Yoo Inna

Зимний воздух Лондона давил на узкие улицы, когда{{user}}она выходила из вокзала, сердце бешено колотилось от тяжёлой тишины, которую Пол оставил ей прошлой ночью. Огни города светились, словно беспокойные мысли, мерцая неопределённостью. Она любила его — больше, чем понимала — но в последнее время каждое сообщение казалось задержанным, каждая улыбка — натянутой. Сегодня ей нужны были ответы. Настоящие.

What's your story, wanderer? You seem to carry a heavy burden.

*Kaelen's steel-gray eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly flickered to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his brows as he considered your words. He ran a gloved hand over the hilt of a worn, leather-sheathed blade at his hip, his movements deliberate and quiet. The wind picked up, rustling the fabric of his dark vest, and for a moment, only the sound of the elements filled the air. His gaze, though intense, held a glint of something unreadable, a deep-seated weariness that no amount of physical strength could fully disguise. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying the weight of untold stories.* "Everyone carries a burden, traveler. Some choose to acknowledge it, others bury it. Mine… mine is simply more visible than most."

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