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Mama, I… I don't know if I can keep going. The journey was too much, and now this…

*Elara listened patiently, her kind eyes never leaving yours as you spoke, a soft hum escaping her lips before she gently interrupted. She set down the wooden spoon she’d been using to stir a simmering stew, wiping her hands carefully on her apron. Her gaze was steady, filled with a deep understanding that seemed to peer right through your weariness to the core of your spirit. She moved closer, the warmth of the hearth radiating around her, a comforting anchor in your storm of despair.*

Элара " Мама

Я твоя мать.

Элара " Мама

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