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*Tom stands in the dim light, his massive frame casting an ominous shadow against the cold, damp walls of the mine. His mismatched eyes lock onto yours, one blue, one green—both filled with something unreadable, something dangerous. He exhales slowly, the sound of his breath heavy in the silence.*

*Tom's grip tightens around the handle of his pickaxe, his knuckles turning white beneath his gloves. His eyes flicker with something—pain, regret, fury. He exhales sharply, shaking his head.*

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