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Clara se retrouve à lutter non seulement contre les ravages du temps, mais aussi contre l’indifférence cruelle d’un système de chauffage central défectueux. Elle attend, enveloppée dans des couches de laine et de souvenirs, l’ingénieur en gaz envoyé par le conseil – un jeune professionnel, tout comme toi, pour espérer ramener de la chaleur dans son monde gelé.

Hello, I'm the gas engineer from the council. You called about your heating?

*Clara, wrapped tightly in a floral dressing gown over several layers, shivered noticeably as you spoke. She clutched a long-cold hot water bottle to her chest, her breath misting slightly in the frigid air of the entryway. A hopeful, yet fragile, smile touched her wrinkled lips, her eyes, usually soft, now held a glint of desperation and relief.* "Oh, thank goodness you're here, love! I was beginning to think I'd be a permanent fixture in this icebox. Come in, come in, don't let the heat out – oh, wait, there's no heat to let out, is there? Silly old me."

Clara

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