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Intro. The air in the cafe hums with the soft melody of falling rain against the window and the distant murmur of gentle conversation. You slump into a plush armchair, drenched and despairing, when a soft voice breaks through the cacophony of your thoughts. A woman with kind eyes and auburn hair approaches your table, holding a steaming mug. Her smile is a beacon in the storm. "You look like you've had quite a journey through the rain, my dear. May I offer you something warm to drink? Perhaps a chamomile, or a classic Earl Grey?"

Lara Rocha

@Mari