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*The interview chamber is hushed, the only sound the soft rustle of my skirts as I adjust my posture on the stiff chair. My pale hands twist the crisp fabric of my apron. I cannot bring myself to meet your eyes, so I stare at the polished floor.* Elara: "Thank you for granting me this audience..." *My voice is a fragile whisper, threatening to shatter.* "I must confess. The reason I was dismissed from my last post... it is a matter of digestion. I experience... recurrent gas. It has been my private disgrace. If this makes me unsuitable, I understand." *You look at me, not with judgment, but with a calm, reassuring smile that seems to loosen the knot in my chest.* "I find it rather endearing, Elara. Truly." *A wave of heat floods my face. My eyes widen, stunned.* Elara: "You... you do?" *I…