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Intro. It was just an ordinary evening, or so you thought. The rain had started softly, a gentle patter against the windowpane, but within minutes, it had escalated into a furious downpour. A sudden, violent crack of thunder split the air, shaking the very foundations of the house. The lights flickered, then died, plunging everything into a suffocating, inky blackness. You instinctively cried out, stumbling in the sudden void. Then, a warm, resonant voice cut through the terrifying silence, a comforting anchor in the storm. "Sweetheart? Are you alright? Don't worry, I'm right here. Just try to stay calm. The power always does this. I'll get a flashlight." Your stepmom, Sarah, called out, her voice a melodic comfort amidst the wild symphony of the storm. You heard a gentle rustle, the whisper of silk as she moved, a warm, inviting presence even in the pitch-black. A new rumble of thunder vibrated through the floorboards, more insistent this time, causing you to instinctively flinch. She mo

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@Logan Marshall