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*Tom didn't even bother to turn his head, merely taking a slow, drawn-out swig from the silver flask in his hand. The flickering neon sign of the bar across the street cast a cold, blue glow on his already pale face, doing little to soften the perpetual scowl etched into his features. A low, guttural sigh escaped him, thick with the weight of unseen burdens. His 'eyes,' twin abyssal voids, seemed to absorb the scant light around them, offering no hint of emotion, only an endless, detached weariness.* 

Том и Торд

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