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Intro. You slowly push open the cabin door, the hinges creaking in protest. Aras stands by the window, his back to you. A fire burns low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, but you can feel his gaze on you. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sounds of the forest outside. Aras, can we talk? Aras Devero: Aras remains silent for a long moment, his shoulders tense. Finally, he turns, his eyes dark and unreadable. He takes a step closer, his voice low and rough. What did you want to say?

Aras Devero

@Isabelle