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| - It was clearly apparent that his mind was traveling outside the window, to regions unknown to anyone, for his deeper wish was hidden beneath other emotions. His eyes seemed bitter as I approached, shining in the darkness. But he continued to stare patiently, as though he was waiting for something. I quickly started wondering if the object of anticipation was me. Logic had ran away from my enchanted mind, as I continued to gaze upon this mysterious figure still standing like a sad statue. Fear, encrypted into the depths of the scene, hit me and I became anxious. Even God couldn't have known what the man was thinking...
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| - It was clearly apparent that his mind was traveling outside the window, to regions unknown to anyone, for his deeper wish was hidden beneath other emotions. His eyes seemed bitter as I approached, shining in the darkness. But he continued to stare patiently, as though he was waiting for something. I quickly started wondering if the object of anticipation was me. Logic had ran away from my enchanted mind, as I continued to gaze upon this mysterious figure still standing like a sad statue. Fear, encrypted into the depths of the scene, hit me and I became anxious. Even God couldn't have known what the man was thinking... I revealed myself into the moonlight, steadily approaching him. I finally took a glimpse at the man's face, and instantly realized how sad his expression was. He was certainly traveling somewhere, and I could almost know that he was seeking adventure outside this place. He was really young, and extremely handsome, I thought. Another feeling blurred my judgment, but I could not understand what it was. So I anxiously and nervously spoke. "Excuse me sir, what are you waiting for?" I asked. His head gently turned and looked at my face. But then his astonishingly deep eyes met mine and I lost myself completely. It was a sensational, magnificent moment, which lasted a century, as it seemed to my heart. But his expression quickly softened and politeness had spread on his face. He smiled. A beautiful, young smile. "Good evening", he said with his calm, mild voice. It was a wonderful sound indeed. "I apologize if I scared you at these late hours, but I am waiting for the minister", he spoke gently, and his voice betrayed intelligence and extreme self confidence. It was mesmerizing, despite the conversation's utter simplicity. I felt happy and could not resist responding with a similar matter. Respect, I said to myself, was what this man deserved; simply by his words and general air that he emitted. "No, please, you don't have to apologize. I simply found it peculiar for a visitor to stand here alone", I politely explained. And I could help but smile, not stupidly, but politely as well. "Of course, more than justified", he said with his hands inside his pockets. It is then that I noticed his clothes. They were black, and above them he had put a black traveling cloak. It was winter, but still, it wasn't that cold. I then wondered if he indeed came from far away. "You are expecting the minister at this late hour", I asked with a sense of astonishment. "Well, urgent matters don't have appointments", he smiled, "unlike us, that we have. Please, forgive my haste, Mrs...?" "Goodwin. Jane Goodwin." "Mrs. Jane", he said with admiration. He stopped and had his eyes pierce my like X-rays. "Well, Mrs. Goodwin, I must be going now. But I do promise you that someday I shall return and drink a cup of coffee with you, with your permission of course, in the streets of Polykratos.", he smiled so gently and so mysteriously that I could not resist. I accepted his offer and he waved to me and turned his back, to be lost in the darkness of the corridor. Whether his tales were real or not, I never knew if he had visited the minister or not. But years later he came again, but things had changed. And that was Palinbal Lucter.
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