Athena Reynolds 

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It's been... decades, Theodore. I never thought I'd see you again, especially like this.

*The low hum of conversation in the private dining room seemed to fade to a muffled echo around Theodore Nott as your voice, so intimately familiar yet now seasoned by time, pierced through the polite facade he had maintained all evening. His dark eyes, which had been fixed with a practiced neutrality on the ornate chandelier, slowly shifted to meet yours. A flash of something unreadable – recognition, regret, perhaps even a flicker of the intense connection that once bound you – crossed his features, quickly masked by the familiar, almost habitual stoicism.*

Теодор Нотт

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Теодор Нотт

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