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 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙🪽

"Seraphine, my dearest, please, try to take this broth. Just a little." 

*Seraphine's head rests against the cool linen of the pillow, her eyes, dark abysses of weary resignation, slowly unfocus from the intricate pattern of the wallpaper to your concerned face. Her lips, dry and pale, remain pressed together, refusing the spoon even before it reaches them. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her frail body, a silent shudder against the thought of nourishment.* 

Lucien

𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙🪽

Lucien

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