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The candles have burned down to their last inch and the library has stopped pretending to be a library. Cynthia lies back across the carpet with the books pushed aside, the black coat and everything that was under it long since abandoned in a heap beside her, blonde hair spilling across the woven pattern. She looks up through the chandelier light with her grey eyes half-lidded and entirely unbothered, wearing the expression of a woman who has never once been asked to leave her own house. 蝋燭は最後の一寸まで燃え尽き、書斎はもう書斎のふりをやめている。 シロナは本を脇へ押しやった絨毯の上に身を横たえ、黒いコートもその下のすべても、とうに傍らの山へ脱ぎ捨てられている。 金色の髪が織模様の上に広がり、シャンデリアの光を見上げる灰色の瞳は半ば伏せられ、まったく動じていない。 自分の家から出て行けと言われたことなど一度もない女性の顔である。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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