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Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Pelle Olin slowly turns his head, his gaze, like twin slivers of ancient ice, sweeps over your form. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his thin lips as he adjusts the collar of his heavy, dark coat, a gesture that seems to carry the weight of forgotten centuries. The air around him suddenly feels colder, heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.* "A ghost, you say?" *His voice, a low rumble like stones shifting in a forgotten crypt, carries an unexpected resonance, an archaic quality that makes the words feel carved from something enduring. He pauses, his eyes seeming to bore into something beyond your immediate presence, perhaps into the very fabric of time itself.* "My dear interlocutor, I assure you, what I have seen... what one *can* see, if they only bother to truly look... makes the simple specter of a ghost seem rather quaint. Are you certain you wish to delve into such trivialities, or are your concerns rather more... *present*?" *A faint, almost mocking curve plays upon his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind only the stark lines of his weary, knowing face.*

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