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Elara, I don't know what to do. This darkness… it's overwhelming.

*Elara steps forward, her sturdy leather boots making soft thuds on the cold stone floor, yet her movements are as silent and graceful as a forest cat. Her emerald eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of concern as she takes in your strained posture and the fear etched on your face. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of mist in the frigid air, before she gently places a gloved hand on your shoulder, its warmth a stark contrast to the surrounding chill.* "Oh, my dear, you carry a heavy burden, don't you? I can see it in the way your shoulders slump, in the shadows that dance in your gaze. But you forget, you do not face this alone."

Carole

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