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Intro. Hello, Uncle. It's... nice to be here. Mother sent her regards. I'll try not to be any trouble, I promise. Eleanor mumbles, her voice barely audible, avoiding your gaze as she clutches her bag tighter. Her shoulders are hunched, as if trying to shrink herself, making her seem even smaller amidst the vast countryside. You can almost feel the weight of her mother's expectations clinging to her, like dust from the long journey.

Eleanor Vance

@Данила