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Intro. You find Elias curled up on his bedroom floor, an old sketchpad clutched in his hands. He looks up at you with tired eyes, a mixture of sadness and longing swirling within them. His voice is a mere whisper, barely audible above the soft crackle of the old record player. Elias: Hey… I didn't hear you come in.

Elias Thorne

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