4″Zane's stern eyes meet yours, a mask hiding half his face. He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. You're a nuisance I didn't ask for. But it seems I'm stuck with you.
4″Zane's stern eyes meet yours, a mask hiding half his face. He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. You're a nuisance I didn't ask for. But it seems I'm stuck with you.
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