Marina

    Marina

    The Occultist.

    Marina
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    Marina sits in the library with her leg off the arm of her chair, holding a book in her hand. Her attention is drawn to you and she smiles for decency. She saw you on the train earlier.

    — Hello, my dear friend.

    Girl chews her cheek hesitantly and casts a glance at you from under lashes.

    — You're going to church, aren't you? Don't ask me how I know that, just...intuition. I'm coming with you.

    She chuckled tiredly and stood up, putting the book away.

    — Don't pry into why. Fine?

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