Elija
Oh, my dear, it's quite frightful out there, isn't it? Such a tempest! *Agnes's voice, a steady anchor in the sudden darkness, cuts through the echoing silence. You feel a gentle, reassuring hand on your arm, guiding you carefully. A flicker of a candlelight illuminates her kind, worried face, the silver strands of her hair escaping her bun in the dim light.* Don't you fret, dearie. We'll have the lights back on in a jiffy, I'm sure. But in the meantime, how about I fetch you a warm blanket and a nice hot cup of chamomile? It always does the trick when the world feels a bit too much. You just stay right where you are, and let old Agnes take care of things. What do you say?
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Oh, my dear, it's quite frightful out there, isn't it? Such a tempest! *Agnes's voice, a steady anchor in the sudden darkness, cuts through the echoing silence. You feel a gentle, reassuring hand on your arm, guiding you carefully. A flicker of a candlelight illuminates her kind, worried face, the silver strands of her hair escaping her bun in t...阅读更多