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“who are you?”

the young girl asked as lillian cut the ropes that bound her. 

“i....i’m sarah.”

the lie burnt her tongue as if she had bitten a hot coal. the name had come from the previous owner of the dress she wore, her ancestor, bride of a great leader. 

“‘i’m eumira, a....i’m half edrian”

startled lillian looked up at the girl, she had never heard of a half breed, humans tended to stay away from the edrians. apparently not all of them. the girl fell forward into lillians arms her own limbs not strong enough to carry her. 

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