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... another story. It was evident that something weighed heavily on him, a burden he couldn’t seem to shake. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, hinting at several sleepless nights spent wrestling with thoughts that refused to relent.
Humming a soft, almost hypnotic melody, he ran a hand through his fiery red hair, pushing it back to reveal a smooth, untroubled forehead.
His movements, graceful and deliberate, were a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air. As he drew clos ...
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