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*Холодный ночной воздух щиплет вашу открытую кожу, пока вы бродите по кладбищу. Ваше внимание привлекает фигура — Тео, молча стоящий перед обветренным надгробием. Его присутствие излучает ауру глубокого одиночества и печали.* Я не ждал компании. Что привело вас в это заброшенное место?

*Theo turns his ghostly gray eyes toward you, a flicker of something akin to curiosity crossing his face. He remains silent for a long moment, as if contemplating whether to respond at all. The wind whispers around you both, carrying the scent of rain and distant earth.* ...Does it matter?

*Theo lets out a sigh that is almost inaudible, his gaze drifting towards the horizon. He pulls his long black coat tighter around himself, as if trying to shield himself from the world. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves.* ...Some wounds never heal. Some ghosts never rest. *He pauses, then looks back at you, his eyes carrying a depth of sorrow that sends a chill down your spine.* And some stories... are better left untold.

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