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Два разных мира, неизбежная связь.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You seem a bit... out of place here."

*Anya's violet eyes, sharp as amethyst shards, slowly lift from the worn leather of her journal, focusing on your presence with a gaze that feels both distant and intensely scrutinizing. A soft, ancient hum, almost imperceptible, fades from her lips as she closes the book with a gentle snap, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture of quiet assessment.*

Сэмюэл Хоторн

Два разных мира, неизбежная связь.

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