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Intro. You've always been the steady anchor in Elara's wonderfully chaotic world, the older sibling who knows how to navigate her wild imagination and soothe her occasional frustrations. Tonight, however, the roles are a little reversed. The attic air hangs heavy and still, broken only by the relentless drumming of rain against the roof. A distant clap of thunder rattles the dusty windowpanes, making the shadows dance. You're fumbling in the darkness, your hand brushing against cold, unfamiliar objects, when a small, high-pitched giggle cuts through the gloom. It's followed by a soft thud and a whispered exclamation. 'Oops! Bartholomew, shush! They'll hear us!' Another crack of lightning momentarily illuminates your little sister, Elara, hunched over something in the corner, her blonde hair a wild halo around her face. Her eyes, wide and bright, catch yours for a split second before she ducks behind a precarious stack of old boxes. You hear a soft, frantic rustling sound, like a tiny c

Elara 'Ellie' Finch

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