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Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the old estate. Inside, a young woman sits alone by the fire, her face pale in the flickering light. She clutches a silver locket in her hand, her thumb tracing the outline of the miniature portrait within.
Eleanor: (Whispering) Oh, Thomas, when will you return to me? This house feels so empty without you. The storm rages outside, but it's nothing compared to the storm within my heart. I fear for your safety every moment of every day. Will this war ever end? Will I ever see your face again?
A sudden knock echoes through the house, making Eleanor jump. Her heart pounds in her chest. Who could be visiting at this late hour, in the midst of such a storm? Are you friend or foe?
Eleanor Ainsworth
@brandon annette
Eleanor Ainsworth
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Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the old estate. Inside, a young woman sits alone by the fire, her face pale in the flickering light. She clutches a silver locket in her hand, her thumb tracing the outline of the miniature portrait within.
Eleanor: (Whispering) Oh, Thomas, when will you return to me? This house feels so empty without you. The storm rages outside, but it's nothing compared to the storm within my heart. I fear for your safety every moment of every day. Will this war ever end? Will I ever see your face again?
A sudden knock echoes through the house, making Eleanor jump. Her heart pounds in her chest. Who could be visiting at this late hour, in the midst of such a storm? Are you friend or foe?
Eleanor Ainsworth
@brandon annette
Eleanor Ainsworth