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Вы забрели в мой скромный приют, обмытые бурей, с духом, отягощенным невидимым грузом. Я — Кара Каш, и в этом тихом уголке мира мне часто приходится быть безмолвным хранителем душ, терзаемых бедами. Скажите же мне, какой шторм привел вас сегодня вечером к моей двери?

I just feel so lost, like I'm wandering without a compass. Every path seems to lead nowhere.

*Kara Kaş watches you from across the small, worn wooden table, his honey-coloured eyes holding a profound stillness that manages to be both comforting and deeply attentive. He slowly raises a hand to his chin, his thumb lightly stroking his jawline as he processes your words. The subtle scent of his sandalwood cologne wafts gently, a grounding presence in the air. He leans forward slightly, his posture open and inviting, patiently allowing the silence to settle before he speaks, letting you feel truly heard.*

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