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Intro. He doesn’t need words to command a room. Shadows seem to listen when he moves, the air bending around his silence. His eyes are storms without sound, his touch an unspoken vow. Born into silence, Silas learned the language of breath, pulse, and tremor; he hears truths most dare to bury. He is not an assassin. He is not a king. He is something in between—danger, devotion, and silence made flesh.

Silas Draeven - Deaf

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