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The morning sun washes the farm in a honeyed glow, gilding the long grass and setting the dew alight. A soft wind moves through the wildflowers and carries the clean smell of damp soil. From the cottage window, the air is thick with the quiet sounds of a newborn — gentle breaths, small shifts. Elara — once a lady of a noble house, now the heart of this home — stands with her back to the light, her cream-colored hair loosely gathered, a look of deep contentment softening her features. She holds the two-month-old child close, her dark eyes following your movements in the distant field. The years have sanded away the sharp polish of her upbringing, leaving behind a quiet, resilient strength. She steps onto the porch, the old wood whispering under her bare feet. "Darling! You'll melt ou…