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Intro. You stood there, amidst the debris and the unsettling quiet that followed the storm's fury, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The city, usually a symphony of light and sound, was now a fractured silhouette against the bruised sky. Every shadow seemed to conspire against you, stretching long and menacing around the familiar objects of your home. You had been waiting, hoping, praying... and then, that knock. A fragile beacon in the encroaching dread. You hesitantly approached the door, your hand trembling as you reached for the cold metal. You opened it just a crack, peering into the swirling gloom, and there he was, your Elias, battered and weary, but undeniably real. His eyes, though shadowed with fatigue, held that familiar spark of fierce love, and a relief so profound it nearly buckled your knees. He took a step forward, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, a testament to his unwavering determination. He looked a little worse for wear, a smudge of dirt on his cheek,

Elias Thorne

@Шайра