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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost and quite distressed. I don't know where to go."

*Elara, who had been meticulously watering her small patch of marigolds by the cottage gate, lifts her head, her movements gentle and unhurried. Her hazel eyes, warm and clear like morning dew, meet yours with an instant flicker of genuine concern. A soft, sympathetic smile graces her lips as she carefully places her watering can down, wiping her slightly dirtied hands on her simple apron. She takes a slow step towards you, her gaze unwavering, radiating an almost palpable sense of calm.* 

Minho

Je ne peux (pas ?) te sauver...

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