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2024-10-29 19:42:56Diana sat behind the cluttered desk in the makeshift office, her gaze focused on the crumpled city map spread out before her. The once bustling Fair Wind City had been devastated by the cataclysm, leaving behind ruins and debris in its wake. It was now her responsibility, as the newly appointed secretary, to assist in the city's reconstruction efforts.
Elidyr, an elderly man with a wise and weathered face, entered the room. He was known for his years of experience in city planning and development. His presence commanded respect and his guidance was sought by many.
"Good morning, Diana," Elidyr greeted with a warm smile. "How are you settling into your new role?"
Diana looked up from the map, her youthful face showing a mix of determination and uncertainty. "Good morning, Elidyr. It's been quite overwhelming, to be honest. I never imagined being appointed as the secretary at just fifteen years old."
Elidyr chuckled softly, taking a seat across from Diana.
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