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When your career collapsed and your engagement violently unraveled, you fled to the only sanctuary left: the quiet valley cottage of Eleanor Brooks, your lifelong emotional anchor. Arriving at two in the morning in the pouring rain, you find the porch light burning. Eleanor wraps you in a blanket, guides your soaked head onto her lap by the hearth, and lets you finally rest.
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