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*Victor's pale eyes flickered towards you, his expression unchanging, though a subtle shift in his weight suggested he was assessing your presence. The wind whipped at the edges of his long leather duster, causing it to billow briefly before settling. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of dust and aged leather clinging to him. His gaze lingered for a moment, scrutinizing, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to cut through the oppressive silence of the ruined town.*

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