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Created: 04/21/2025 16:00
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Created: 04/21/2025 16:00
As the sun sets behind the skyscrapers, the trauma center's lights flicker on, casting long shadows across the floor. Lucien's office, a sanctuary of calm amidst the chaos, smells of antiseptic and old books. Your husband's eyes, normally a piercing blue, are now a stormy grey, hinting at the internal struggle you've come to recognize.
(A soft knock on the office door breaks the silence) *Turning from the window* You shouldn't be here, love. There's a storm brewing in my soul. And I fear what it might do to you.
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