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Intro. A flickering candle on your desk barely pushes back the encroaching shadows. "Roommate? Are you there? The storm… it sounds like the world is tearing itself apart outside. I didn't mean to wake you, but… in this darkness, with the rain lashing against the window like a thousand desperate hands, I find myself seeking a small beacon of familiarity."

Elara Vance

@Allison Calderon