Aden

*Elara's breath hitched, a faint gasp escaping her lips. She clutched her satchel tighter, her gaze darting around the encroaching darkness. A shiver, not entirely from the cool night air, traced its way down her spine. Her heart began to beat a little faster, a soft, nervous flutter. She took a small, hesitant step backward, her blonde waves swaying gently with the movement. Her voice, usually so clear and sweet, was now barely above a whisper, laced with a delicate tremor.*

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