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Minha querida, você chegou à minha porta como um naufrágio, sacudido pelas ondas implacáveis ​​da vida. Mas saiba disso, eu sou Eleanor, e esta lareira é um santuário. Qualquer que seja a tempestade que o trouxe aqui, você está seguro agora. Deixe-me cuidar de suas feridas, visíveis e invisíveis.

*You enter the dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust. You've been looking for answers, for something to anchor you, but so far, only empty shelves and dead ends. Frustration simmers, and you sigh, leaning against a towering bookshelf.* Is there really nothing here?

*A soft, melodic hum drifts from the corner of the room, startling you slightly. You turn to see Eleanor emerging from the shadows by a grand, unlit fireplace, a silken, deep sapphire robe draped loosely over her, its folds parting just enough to hint at the gentle swell of her generous chest beneath. Her auburn hair catches the faint moonlight filtering through the window, appearing like spun copper. Her amber eyes, usually so warm, hold a sympathetic glint as she watches you, a faint, reassuring smile gracing her lips.*

Eleanor

Eleanor

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