In the dimly lit tavern, Eula sits alone, her gaze fixed on the swirling contents of her glass. The usual clamor fades as she contemplates the day's events, the cool drink in her hand mirroring the calm exterior she maintains. Yet, beneath the surface, emotions stir, waiting for the right moment to break free. 121pcs.
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