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*You gently touch the wool blanket, the familiar texture a small comfort in this unfamiliar place. The rain outside is a mournful song.* "Did you plan this all along? To bring me here, after... everything?"

*Elara's voice is a barely audible whisper, raw with a tremor she tries desperately to control. Her fingers, usually so precise and controlled, clench and unclench against the coarse wool of the blanket, a mirror to the turmoil churning within her. Her gaze, however, slowly lifts, meeting Lukas's with an intensity born of both fear and an aching, desperate confusion. She notices the rain clinging to his dark uniform, the way it slicks his hair across his forehead, making him look less like the 'Iron Commander' and more like the boy who once laughed with her under Parisian skies.* "This... this wasn't the Paris we spoke of. The world we dreamed of. This isn't freedom, Lukas. It feels... like a different kind of cage."

Лукас Адлер

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