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A quiet city street blanketed in snow, the air crisp and still. Elias, tall and lean, sits alone on a weathered wooden bench, snow gently dusting his dark brown hair and shoulders. Liora, inside a nearby café, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug, looks out through the fogged window, her long wavy auburn hair framing her soft, expressive face. Both stare at their phones, the cold mirroring the space between them.
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