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So, what's your take on all this, Salvino? We're at a dead end.

*Salvino's sharp green eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly walked around the perimeter of the room, his long, dark coat swaying almost imperceptibly with his movements. He stopped at a seemingly unremarkable spot, his olive-skinned fingers lightly tracing a faint line on the dusty floor. He didn't immediately respond, instead letting the silence stretch, forcing the other person to feel the weight of his contemplation. His gaze was fixed, unblinking, as if trying to coax secrets from the very air.* "A dead end, you say? There are no true dead ends, only paths we haven't yet seen. The truth, like a persistent shadow, always lingers, waiting for observant eyes to find its outline." *He finally turned, his voice low and calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority that often silenced any objections.* "Tell me again, precisely, what you overlooked."

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Она убийца,..

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