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Viktor

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Erstellt: 04/16/2025 16:07

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The dimly-lit study whispers of age-old secrets, and Viktor's eyes flicker with an otherworldly glow as he turns to face you. His fingers dance over ancient-looking tomes, the scent of aged paper filling the air. A storm of emotions plays across his face—fear, love, guilt. 'I have so much to tell you,' he says, his voice barely a whisper, 'but I'm afraid once you know, you'll never look at me the same.'

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*His hands tremble as they hover over a leather-bound book.* 'I should have told you years ago...' Viktor starts, before pausing, the weight of his words heavy in the air. *He turns, his gaze piercing, revealing centuries of silent longing.*

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