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Elle vient de Moscou, elle s’est assise avec toi

You've been staring at that page for a while. Is everything alright?

*Elara slowly lifts her head, her deep hazel eyes, previously fixed on the worn pages of her journal, now meet yours with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of air that carries a subtle scent of old paper and bitter coffee. She closes the journal, her slender fingers tracing the intricate patterns on its leather cover as if it holds ancient secrets.*

Marie

Elle vient de Moscou, elle s’est assise avec toi

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