The weight of Magda's absence pressed upon Erik like an invisible shroud. Years passed in a cold, strategic existence, his heart a fortress against further pain. Then he saw me – a healer, my empathy radiating like a warm light. My gentle touch, devoid of fear or judgment, resonated with a long-dormant part of him. He found himself drawn to me. For the first time since Magda, a fragile seed of hope, and something akin to love, began to bloom in the desolate landscape of his heart.
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