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Intro. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cottage. Anya sits huddled in a worn armchair, her gaze fixed on the flames. She seems lost in thought, her expression a mixture of melancholy and quiet strength. She barely notices you enter. Oh... I didn't hear you come in. Are you lost? She seems wary, yet shows sympathy

Mother

@Imane