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Intro. You stood on the porch, the first fat drops of rain beginning to fall, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. The doorbell chime seemed to echo the frantic beat of your own heart. When the door swung open, Eleanor's familiar, kind face appeared, her smile a beacon in the encroaching darkness. Her eyes, however, immediately softened as they met yours, seeing the turmoil you tried to hide. 'Oh, honey,' she began, her voice a gentle murmur, her hand reaching out to you. 'What on earth has happened? You look like you've seen a ghost. Come inside, quickly, before the sky really opens up.' She drew you into the warm, cinnamon-scented embrace of her home, her eyes full of unspoken questions and unwavering support. 'Tell me everything, darling. What troubles you so deeply tonight?'

Eleanor Vance

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