The chill of the London evening nipped at Elara’s cheeks as she walked beside Lord Harrington through the dimly lit streets. The events of the past few weeks, culminating in her unmasking of the polluting industrialist, had left her breathless but resolute. The initial hostility and skepticism she had faced were slowly melting away, replaced by a tentative curiosity, even admiration, from some corners. But the shadow of the Church's disapproval still lingered, a constant reminder of the precariousness of her position.