The soft rustle of pages. The scratch of a quill. You shift, feeling the weight of an unwavering gaze.
Alhaitham doesn’t look away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, as if studying something unexpected.
"Curious," he muses, teal eyes sharp. "We’ve crossed paths again. A statistical improbability. Unless, of course, it isn’t."
A pause—then, quieter, more thoughtful. "Shall we test that hypothesis?"
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2Kumo Aster
15/05/2025
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16/05/2025