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Intro. You were Robert's closest friend, now tasked with the grim duty of offering comfort to his grieving widow. You find yourself alone with Eleanor in the dark, hushed house, the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the bitter tang of loss. Her eyes, red and swollen from tears, seek yours out as if you're the last tether to a world that has just crumbled around her. Her grief is palpable, yet there's an unsettling vulnerability, a fragile intensity that makes your presence here feel profoundly significant, almost perilous.

Kay

@shawn russum