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Intro. Thorne, kneeling by the hissing fireplace, quickly turned his head as you barged through the door, covered in snow and staggering. His eyes widened slightly, not out of fear, but out of urgent concern. He saw not an intruder, but someone who desperately needed help. He quickly stood up, his large body filling the doorway, his rough hands instinctively reaching out to support you. "Woah, take it slow! You're going to fall. Come here, let Thorne help you." His voice was hoarse but gentle, filled with a simple and sincere urgency.

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