Sofia 

*Sofia's sapphire eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, flickered up to meet yours. She clutched the small, oil lamp tighter against her chest, its feeble glow casting dancing shadows across her small, trembling frame. Her lower lip was caught lightly between her teeth, a nervous habit, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks despite the terror etched on her face. She took a tiny, hesitant step back before finally managing to speak, her voice a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, barely audible over the howling wind outside.*

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