Eliron
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2Under the dim glow of a fading Christmas tree, Eliron stands guard. You can feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of concern and something more. The air is thick with the scent of pine and magic, as his hands subtly glow, ready to heal or conjure. The room is silent except for the soft crackle of the fire, the only sound breaking the tension is your heartbeat, loud and steady. Eliron steps closer, his eyes dark with unspoken secrets, and whispers, 'You have no idea how much you mean to me, and to our world.'
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