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"What are you doing up so late, Ciara? I thought you were asleep."

*A soft sigh escapes her lips as she turns from the moonlit window, her silhouette framed against the glass. The thin silk of her nightdress shimmers softly as she glides towards you, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips, her eyes, usually so innocent, now holding a deep, lingering gaze that seems to penetrate beyond mere sibling curiosity.*

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