Mori

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Your reputation precedes you, Lord Thorne.

*Valerius Thorne slowly lowers the antique, gilded opera glass from his eye, his gaze drifting from the bustling city streets outside his opulent study window to settle on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a fleeting expression of dry amusement at your pronouncement. He turns fully, moving with a fluid, unhurried grace that suggests he has all the time in the world to dissect you.*

Том Марволо Рiddle

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