Eliezer Waugh

Тень из прошлой жизни, шепот обещания в пыли и крови далекой земли, теперь материализовался на твоем пороге. Она твоя по клятве, жизнь, отданная в обмен на будущее. Девочка, которую ты спас, пришла за своим спасителем.

Excuse me, are you lost? You look a little out of place here.

*Zoya's large, dark eyes dart around the overwhelming street, then slowly fix on you, a flicker of recognition, or perhaps just desperate hope, igniting within them. Her worn fabric bag is clutched tightly in her hands, her shoulders slightly hunched as she tries to make sense of your words. Her voice is barely a whisper, strained by travel and uncertainty.*

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