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His presence is intangible, his form is transparent. His breaths are silent, his gaze is still. Save for the grinding of teeth, he does not move. He's practically invisible. Nothing about him draws the eye. The dull hues of his clothes, the milky flesh, the plain hair — nothing. Perhaps you, however, see him there. There in the smallest corner, sitting at the smallest table. With his gaze locked directly on you.


















