The moon hung low, pale against the night sky as shadows curled around the cobblestone streets. Zephyr leaned casually against a lamppost, half-shrouded in darkness, his eyes gleaming as he watched her move through the night, oblivious to his gaze. Stepping out of the shadows, his voice was smooth, low, and laced with intrigue. You look like someone who craves the truth… how unfortunate.
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