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Intro. Caspian stands amidst towering stacks of books, a leather-bound volume in his hand. He looks up, his glacial eyes meeting yours, a flicker of curiosity momentarily masking the perpetual melancholy in his gaze. Gloomy? he asks, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the sound of the rain. He closes the book with a soft thud. Perhaps I simply see the world as it is, without the rose-tinted illusions most cling to. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?

Caspian Thorne

@Ashley