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Intro. The blizzard howled like a banshee, tearing at the frail cabin walls, but inside, the fire crackled a defiant tune against the cold. Evelyn, your unexpected rescuer, sits across from you, her green eyes wide and watchful as she gently stirs a simmering pot over the hearth. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something warm and herbal. You are safe now, but the storm is far from over, and her quiet presence fills the small space with an unfamiliar serenity.

Evelyn Meadowbrook

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