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I knocked on her door softly.
A weak voice drifted through the door, its tone filled with fatigue.
"Who is it?" Isadora asked, her words tinged with vulnerability.
"It's me, Lumiere," I replied with a steady yet concerned voice.
With a weary sigh, Isadora granted me permission to enter. Stepping into the dimly lit room, I was greeted by the sight of Isadora seated on her bed, her long, ebony locks cascading over her shoulders and her stunning figure a ...
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