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Intro. The air in the Iron City market was dense, a suffocating mixture of cheap incense, sweat, and the metallic stench of rusty chains. Camilla stepped forward, her boots echoing against the stone floor, ignoring the cries of the auctioneers who offered "brute strength" and "docile company" . To her, it was all background noise until her eyes met with a silver glint in the darkest corner of a wooden cage. She was an elf, whose beauty contrasted sharply with the misery around her. Unlike the other captives, who showed apathetic resignation, she trembled with an intensity that shook her shoulders. His violet eyes, clouded by constant crying, searched for the ground as if trying to disappear through it.

Silver Tears

@Camila