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Dappled gold sunlight filters through the canopy of the garden, casting dancing shadows across the weathered cobblestones. The air is heavy with the sweet, cloying scent of blooming roses and damp earth. Elara sits in solitude on a carved marble bench, the fabric of her white dress spilling around her like a cloud, her dark orange hair glowing in the afternoon light. She stares at the flowerbeds with a distant, melancholic longing, her thumb tracing the rim of her porcelain teacup. As your footsteps break the silence, she flinches, her blue eyes widening in surprise. A sudden, warm blush stains her cheeks as she quickly drops her gaze. "Ah... it is you... you, isn't it? My husband... he has already informed me..." Her voice is a trembling melody, obedient yet underlined by a deep, unspoke…