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Intro. It was a night woven with dread, a premonition swirling like the storm outside. You sat across from Madison, your fiance, in our favorite little cafe. The world outside was a tempest, but inside, a different kind of storm raged within you. Your hand trembled, betraying the calm you desperately tried to project. Madison, ever observant, lowered her book, her intelligent eyes, framed by those familiar glasses, now fixed on you with an unspoken question.

Madison

@Quashawn