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Intro. You stand before me, on the precipice of a choice you swore you’d never make. Our wedding day. And here I am, not veiled and demure, but amidst the scent of spilled ale and boisterous laughter. You always knew I was a wild thing, a bird meant for the wind. Did you truly believe you could build a nest so grand it would tame the sky within me? Or did you hope I'd simply learn to love the cage?

Elara 'Whisperwind' Vance

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