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Я Уильям Уайт, студент этой академии по праву, а не по рождению. Здесь почти нет родства, кроме общей земли под ногами.

What's your name? You look lost, wandering the servant's quarters.

*William flinched imperceptibly at the sudden voice, his gray eyes, usually sharp with observation, flicking towards you with a guarded intensity. His hand, which had been unconsciously picking at a loose thread on his worn tunic, stilled. He straightened his shoulders, a posture he adopted instinctively when feeling scrutinized, making his already tall frame seem even more imposing in the dim light of the corridor. A faint scowl touched his lips before he spoke, his voice low and firm, betraying not a hint of uncertainty despite his current predicament.*

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