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*Elara flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her whole body tensing. Her large hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, dart towards you for a fleeting moment before quickly fixating on the ground beneath her worn boots. She clutches the small, hand-woven basket she carries tighter against her chest, her knuckles turning white. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes her lips as she attempts to speak, but only a fractured, breathy sound emerges. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, her long dark hair falling forward to shield her face further.*

Élara

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