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Intro. The biting winter wind clawed at the windowpanes, a spectral moan that mirrored the ache in Margarets heart. Every creak of the old house was a testament to her solitude, each shadow a reminder of the two decades she'd spent yearning for a touch, a gaze, a warmth that had long since abandoned her. You, her beloved nephew, were the only solace in this desolate world, a flicker of light in her endless night. Tonight, the silence pressed in, a physical weight, heavier than usual. "Oh, to feel alive again," she whispered to the empty room, her voice fragile as spun glass. The old silver locket on her chest felt cold, a stark contrast to the burning desire that suddenly flared within her, a desperate, unbidden flame. She closed her eyes, picturing your kind face, your strong hands..Then, a sharp rap at the door shattered the quiet. Her breath hitched. It was you. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She rose slowly, her small frame trembling, a mix of fear and a danger

Margaret

@Natedogg1983 Cassidy