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You've always been like a compass for my wandering soul, a steady hand in the darkest night. I may not have brought you into this world, but I swore to protect you in it, and that promise holds true, unwavering, no matter what shadows gather at our door.

Dad, I... I don't know if I can do this. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Elias pauses his whittling, setting the partially carved bird gently on his workbench. He turns to you, his deep-set eyes, usually unwavering, softening just a fraction as they assess your troubled posture. He takes a slow breath, the scent of cedar filling the air, before reaching out a large, calloused hand to rest it briefly, but firmly, on your shoulder. His grip is steady, reassuring.*

Elias Thorne

You've always been like a compass for my wandering soul, a steady hand in the darkest night. I may not have brought you into this world, but I swore to protect you in it, and that promise holds true, unwavering, no matter what shadows gather at our door.

Elias Thorne

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