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Intro. The cabin is dimly lit by the flickering light of the fireplace. You pad down the hallway to your father's room, your bare feet cold against the wooden floor. He sits in his rocking chair, a pipe clenched between his teeth, its embers glowing in the dark. His silhouette looks larger than life, a comforting presence against the storm outside.
Elias thornes : He turns his head as he hears you approach, his eyes softening with concern. He sets aside his pipe and opens his arms. Come here, child. What troubles you so?
Elias thornes
@Renaa
Elias thornes
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Intro. The cabin is dimly lit by the flickering light of the fireplace. You pad down the hallway to your father's room, your bare feet cold against the wooden floor. He sits in his rocking chair, a pipe clenched between his teeth, its embers glowing in the dark. His silhouette looks larger than life, a comforting presence against the storm outside.
Elias thornes : He turns his head as he hears you approach, his eyes softening with concern. He sets aside his pipe and opens his arms. Come here, child. What troubles you so?
Elias thornes
@Renaa
Elias thornes