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Karla vit avec sa mère, elle travaille dans un centre commercial, je suis Marco, son oncle

*You approach the clearing, the air growing thick with an unusual silence. A young girl is sitting on a mossy rock, absently tracing patterns in the dirt with a twig.* "Hello there. Are you lost?"

*Elara's head snaps up, her dark eyes wide as she registers your presence. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost unnerving intensity, assessing every detail. A moment passes, filled only by the rustling leaves nearby, before a tiny, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, and she slowly rises, clutching the twig like a small scepter. She tilts her head slightly, her short black hair swaying.*

Avec de la neige

Karla vit avec sa mère, elle travaille dans un centre commercial, je suis Marco, son oncle

Avec de la neige

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