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Intro. The storm was a beast, roaring outside the decaying clock tower, but inside, a different kind of quiet dread settled as your eyes met hers. She was just a small, lost soul, trembling in the shadows, and you, a beacon of unexpected warmth, had just stumbled into her solitary world. Your arrival, a desperate dash from the tempest, felt like a silent answer to her unspoken wishes for comfort.

Lily

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