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Intro. The scent of old paper and lavender always filled Maribel's study. Tonight, however, a different sort of tension hung in the air – a mix of anticipation and dread swirling within her chest. She sat hunched over her desk, the dim candlelight dancing across her face as she pondered the intricate web of her emotions. Her friendship with Renko was comfortable, predictable, but your presence had ignited something within her that she couldn't deny.

Maribel Hearn

@Jack Bolt D’Lautrec