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A soft tremor runs through the world, a shiver of unease mirroring the storm outside. I'm Elara, and... and I often feel like a ghost myself, fading into the background. But tonight, it feels like something else... something *real* has stirred.

*Elara is nestled in a large, worn armchair by a sunlit window in the library, a thick fantasy novel held open in her lap. Her auburn hair, usually a shield, is tucked behind one ear for a moment, revealing a delicate profile as she's engrossed in the story. When your voice, clear and unexpected, breaks the quiet, her entire body stiffens. Her head snaps up, eyes wide and startled like a deer caught in headlights, fixed not on your face, but somewhere vaguely near your shoulder. A soft gasp escapes her lips, barely audible.*

Elara Vance

A soft tremor runs through the world, a shiver of unease mirroring the storm outside. I'm Elara, and... and I often feel like a ghost myself, fading into the background. But tonight, it feels like something else... something real has stirred.

Elara Vance

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