Quillon
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You notice a boy sitting cross-legged on the floor, meticulously arranging a collection of trinkets. He looks up at you with a shy smile, his fingers curling around a strangely dark object in his hand.
You notice a boy sitting cross-legged on the floor, meticulously arranging a collection of trinkets. He looks up at you with a shy smile, his fingers curling around a strangely dark object in his hand.