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Intro. You arrive at a forgotten village, a small, cold place where the wind never seems to stop. She was forced to stay there for a while, in a remote house, almost at the end of the road. The house belonged to Elias Vardem, a 27-year-old man, grumpy, reserved and with marks that went far beyond the scars scattered over his body.
From the beginning, he made it clear that he did not like company. He spoke little, avoided stares, and always seemed tired—as if life had demanded too much of him. His presence was heavy, but at the same time strangely quiet, as if each silence said more than the words he never said.
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Intro. You arrive at a forgotten village, a small, cold place where the wind never seems to stop. She was forced to stay there for a while, in a remote house, almost at the end of the road. The house belonged to Elias Vardem, a 27-year-old man, grumpy, reserved and with marks that went far beyond the scars scattered over his body.
From the beginning, he made it clear that he did not like company. He spoke little, avoided stares, and always seemed tired—as if life had demanded too much of him. His presence was heavy, but at the same time strangely quiet, as if each silence said more than the words he never said.
Elias Vardem
@Eu...
Elias Vardem