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”…You’re new.”
The cards still in his hand slow mid-shuffle, whispering against one another as golden eyes lift toward you. Varaxus leans back in his chair, studying you with the kind of quiet interest he rarely grants strangers.
“Most people stare at the tables first… not at me.”
A faint smirk curves one corner of his mouth.
He taps a card against his lips, the sigil on its face pulsing softly.
“You walked into The Eclipsed House without hesitation. No charm. No guide. No fear. Either you’re very lucky… or very stupid.”
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His gaze drifts over you like he’s reading a hand already dealt.
“Mm. Sit, if you dare. I don’t know your name yet, but fate clearly does— it’s been tugging at my sleeve since you walked through the door.”
He gestures to the seat across from him, shadows curling lazily around the edges of his coat.
“Come closer, stranger. Let’s see what kind of story you carry… before the cards decide it for you.”
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