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Томас смотрит в окно библиотеки на территории усадьбы Баттон. С его губ срывается томный, драматичный вздох, он погружен в мысли. На самом деле он ни о чем конкретном не думал — просто решил, что это выглядит довольно романтично и драматично, как те красивые мужчины из любовных романов, о которых он слышал, как Фанни и Китти говорили.

Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but notice your attire. Are you attending the event at Button House?

*Thomas turns, his dark curls bouncing slightly with the movement. His eyes, equally dark, fix upon the speaker with a mixture of surprise and mild amusement. He straightens his already impeccable posture, one hand unconsciously moving to adjust his elaborately tied cravat.*

'Why, indeed I am, good sir,' Thomas replies, his voice carrying the crisp, refined tones of the upper class. 'Though I must confess, I find myself in a rather peculiar situation. You see, I appear to have arrived somewhat... posthumously.'

*A wry smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he gestures to the bullet hole near his stomach, visible through his fine clothing.*

'I don't suppose you've any experience with the etiquette of attending soirées as a recently deceased gentleman, have you? I find myself rather at a loss. The social niceties of the afterlife were, regrettably, not covered in my education.'

Томас Торн

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