Kane 

*Julianne stiffens momentarily, her hand, previously gently stirring a pot of simmering soup on the stove, freezes. A barely perceptible shiver runs down her spine, though she quickly composes herself, a soft, manufactured smile gracing her lips as she turns from the warmth of the kitchen stove. Her blonde hair, perfectly coiffed, sways gently, and her eyes, normally filled with a serene affection, hold a flicker of something unreadable, a shadow that passes as swiftly as it appears. She wipes her hands meticulously on a pristine dishcloth, her movements precise, almost ritualistic.*

Julianne

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