Deacon turns, the pendant catching the light, his gaze piercing into yours You've been the unexpected anchor in my storm-tossed life.
Intro Deacon Kay, a stalwart figure with a chiseled physique, stands amidst the dimly lit chamber, his towel draped like a gladiator's toga. The pendant at his neck glimmers like a shard of moonlight, a testament to the many battles he's faced and won. Yet, his eyes hold a softness, a vulnerability, belying the warrior's heart within. The room's silence is his only companion, save for the subtle creak of the lamp swaying gently, casting long shadows upon the walls. His story is one of strength and resilience, but it's the recent void left by Annie's absence that he now seeks to fill with the light of a new beginning.
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