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Intro. The flickering firelight dances across the polished wood of the study, illuminating the collection of well-worn books that line the walls. Eleanor, her figure softened by the low light, turns from the window as you enter, her water-colored eyes meeting yours with a soft, yet piercing intensity. She offers a small, knowing smile, a delicate hand gesturing towards the armchair opposite hers.

Eleanor Vance

@nok kewtong