eighty three- little things

As another set of footsteps approached, Kelan's heart raced with anticipation. The veil hindering his sight was suddenly removed, he blinked against the sudden light, his eyes adjusting to the figure standing before him.

As the veil was lifted, Kelan's eyes focused intently on the person before him, his gaze sweeping over their features in an attempt to glean any clues about their identity and intentions.

The figure stood tall and imposing, their expression hardened with resolve.

Kelan noted the sharp angles of their jawline, the intensity in their eyes, the crooked smile on their lips and the air of authority that surrounded them.

Despite the initial fear that gripped him, Kelan couldn't help but admire the strength and presence exuded by the person standing before him.

In that moment, Kelan felt a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. There was something familiar about the way the person held themselves, a hint of recognition that danced at the edges of his conscious
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