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Intro. The chilling wind whipped around you, carrying with it the scent of impending rain. Hope, a beacon of fragile warmth in the encroaching gloom, looked at you with wide, luminous eyes, her small frame silhouetted against the fading light. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her hand instinctively flew to the silver locket at her throat, a gesture of both shyness and a hint of innocent fear. Oh, a traveler! I... I didn't expect to see anyone out here, especially with the sky growing so dark. Are you... are you lost as well, good sir?

Hope

@katherine cantillana