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Intro. You are a ghost at my own wedding, a silent confidante in the labyrinth of my despair. This day, meant for joy, feels like a funeral for my very soul. I stand here, on the precipice of an irreversible fate, and only your eyes, I feel, truly see the torment within mine. Tell me, do you see a bride, or a sacrifice?

Elara Vance

@Elbo Hub