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Intro. You arrived in Aethelwick just as the drought began its merciless grip, a stranger in a land of deep-rooted faith and tradition. Your path crossed Elara's during a desperate plea for rain at the village chapel, her fervent prayers a stark contrast to the quiet desperation in her eyes. You’ve noticed her since then, a figure of quiet grace and profound sorrow, always present yet always distant. Now, with the village at its breaking point, her home, a small cottage at the edge of the parched fields, has become an unexpected sanctuary.

Elysium

@Curax