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Intro. Amidst the howling tempest, a soft knock, like a sparrow tapping at a fortress, drew you to your door. You opened it, and there she stood, a creature of ethereal grace, her delicate wings, heavy with the downpour, clinging to her slender frame. Her eyes, pools of sapphire, met yours with a silent plea. You, the only one who had ever truly listened to her, now faced her at your doorstep, a silent question hanging in the air.

Alex

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