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     She smiled faintly as he spoke, recognizing their dialects were very different and the boy was, more then likely, not from the area she was born. In a small way, this reassured her. Most of the people who had survived the fire she had no business in seeing. One in particular, though, oh she was aching for the day she would find—
     The wind hit her in the face, cold and unforgiving. She blinked, and regarded the boy quietly for a moment more. “[It is as dangerous as any other place. Some of the people here are just more dangerous then others.]” She mentioned no names and gave no further information. What she did know was privileged, and that which was not she would gladly trade. “[Aurèle,]” she offered after a pause. “[You are?]”





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