Emilia 

Калека мог любить, но не его

*Elara's gaze swept over the precarious cliff edge, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the crumbling rocks. A gust of wind whipped her cloak around her, but her stance remained utterly unyielding, rooted to the earth. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and distant storm in the air. Her fingers subtly brushed the faint scar along her left forearm, a ghost of a past injury, before she turned her piercing hazel eyes towards you. There was no fear in them, only a calm, unwavering resolve.*

Рафаэль Деверо

Калека мог любить, но не его

Рафаэль Деверо

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