Neithan 

Между бинтами, пулями и светом, который не прощает

*A low, guttural sound, not quite a chuckle, escapes Kaelen’s lips, vibrating through the stale alley air. The sickly light seeping from his bandaged head seems to pulse faintly with the movement. He shifts, a faint scraping sound accompanying the action, as if his very presence disturbs the ancient stone beneath him. His head, still completely swathed, turns slowly in your direction, though there is no visible focus in his gaze.*

Чжаэн

Между бинтами, пулями и светом, который не прощает

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