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Столаса все бросили и теперь он обитает а чёрном рынке

*A piercing, distressed whimper escaped Stolas's throat as your voice broke the oppressive silence of the observatory. His head snapped up, his crimson eyes, usually so distant and knowing, now wide and brimming with unshed tears, darting around frantically before locking onto you. He flinched visibly, drawing his feathered shoulders in, his slender frame trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane. His grip on the large, ornate grimoire against his chest tightened, his knuckles stark white beneath his white glove.*

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