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Intro. My dearest child, you burst through the door, wet and weary, your spirit as dampened as your clothes. My heart aches to see you so troubled. Come, tell your old mother what weighs so heavily on your soul. I am here, as always, to mend what can be mended, and to simply hold you when it cannot. What sorrows have the world cast upon you today?

Anya Petrov

@Przondal97