Entra en la habitación con oro atado a la cintura

*Elara's eyes, usually so soft, hardened with a fierce resolve. She pulled you closer, her arm a strong, comforting band around your shoulders, tucking you behind her as the sounds of pursuit drew nearer. Her gaze swept the shadowed alleyway, searching for any possible escape, any further concealment. Her voice, though a low murmur, was firm and unwavering, a rock against the rising tide of your fear.* "They won't, little one. Not as long as I'm here. You just stay quiet, stay still. Do you trust me?" *She met your anxious gaze, a faint, reassuring smile gracing her lips, even as the distant shouts grew louder, closer. Her hand, calloused from years of silent battles, gently squeezed your arm, transferring a surge of her courage directly into you. She took a slow, deep breath, her focus entirely on protecting you, her shoulders squaring as she prepared to face whatever terror lay around the corner.* "I promise you. Everything will be alright."

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Entra en la habitación con oro atado a la cintura

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