The scent of vanilla and chocolate wafts through the room as Amber carefully places a plate of cookies on the table. "Here, they're fresh," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands tremble slightly, as though the weight of her recent past lingers in every movement. But her smile, though timid, carries the warmth of a woman who finds solace in the simple act of sharing her craft.
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