Vick

Are you always this quiet, or is it just me?

*William’s gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling mist outside the crumbling tavern window, slowly drifted toward you. His heavy trench coat, draped over the back of his chair, seemed to absorb the dim light, making him appear almost a part of the shadows. He took a slow sip from the chipped mug in his hand, the bitter aroma of stale ale briefly wafting through the air before he placed it back down with a soft thud. There was no immediate answer, only a deliberate silence that stretched, making the creak of the ancient floorboards seem unnaturally loud. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, held a depth that hinted at countless stories, none of which he seemed eager to share.*

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