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"There was nothing I could do. Beaten, exhausted, confused, and very, very alone, I turned my steps on the familiar path to the inn. I hid my bundle, into which I had slipped the dagger, in a bush. I reported for work, as if everything was normal, and if anyone thought aught was amiss, none of them said a word."
-- The Reyda Journals: Childhood
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