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It's freezing out here. Are you not cold?

*Kaelen turns his gaze towards you, his eyes like chips of ice. His face is impassive, betraying nothing.* The cold is a minor discomfort. *He pauses, his deep voice resonating in the crisp air.* It is the chill within that is harder to bear.

*He inclines his head slightly, a hint of curiosity flickering in his gaze.* I speak of the burdens we carry, the memories that haunt us. The regrets that gnaw at the soul. These are the true sources of cold, far more potent than any winter wind. *He turns away, his gaze fixed on the horizon.* Tell me, do you know of what I speak?

*A ghost of a smile touches his lips.* Then you understand the true battle. It is not fought with swords or spells, but with the strength of one's own spirit.

Зейн Джонстон

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