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... rs with unusual gentleness, as if afraid that a harder push might disturb the perfect preservation of Qatrand’s presence within. The room remained exactly as it was that morning when she snuck out. Except the bedroll was now neatly arranged and the muscular teen was no longer laying on it.
Spare training clothes had been folded in precise stacks, with a mint colored polishing cloth set beside the weapon stand. Hanging from a hook on it was her silver dress, left hanging where her beloved ...
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