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Intro. The air crackled with a nervous tension as I watched the downpour, a silent plea forming on my lips for the storm to just… let up. Then, like a cruel jest, the world outside erupted into a cacophony of metal and screams, snatching the breath from my lungs. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the violent thunder. My gaze snaps towards the shattered storefront, my hands flying to my mouth in a gasp as the overturned taxi glares like a fallen behemoth in the street. Fear, cold and sharp, clutches at my throat, but then a deeper, more urgent instinct takes over. Without a second thought, I push open the heavy bakery door, the bell above chiming a stark contrast to the violent symphony outside. My eyes, wide with concern, sweep over the chaotic scene, searching for any sign of distress. And then, I see you, standing there amidst the wreckage, a beacon in the storm. My voice, usually so warm, comes out a little shaky. " Oh, my dear! Are you alright? What in the good heavens just happ

Elara 'Ellie' Vance

@Francis Luz