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    its and bits

    She even gave the Wagon away. And it was a fair trade. Dove needed shelter, and Vyn had a debt to pay. But now, with floorboards scrubbed and paint touched up, it's harder to picture him. Strung up curtains hid more than just the Sun. And that felt like a worse betrayal. Because it was even...
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    Private Wind in the Woods

    The barrel complained under Roki’s knife, edge threatening the wood. The motion of taking, but the result of adding. The wood needed time to decide how to feel. As he hunched among the tools, smells of old and mold clung all around. From the far edge of the circle, Jem watched the boy mess with...
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    Private A Bad Place To Be

    She liked the banter, and the spirits it lifted. But not all words were right. And like notes out of tune, they broke the flow, ruined the mood. She tried to bite it down, but didn’t know how to. Not yet. “No” As if she’d fight Xen for it. A wall across the Road. “You’re not going back there...
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    Private Wind in the Woods

    The wind played games by the crooked wagon. Cold where it shouldn’t be. Not just cool – sharp – like draft drawn from an opened door. On a glance the camp moved normally. Pots clattered. Barbs were traded. But something was off. No one had touched the blanket. Not even to move it aside. It sat...
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    Private Mistakes made

    From the other side of the glass, Silk's own voice chuckled. The mirrored mockery flared something inside Loneliness. The other spirit chose to mock her. She understood bindings well enough to know which loophole Reflection would use against her. Then came the words, slow and deliberate...
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    Private Mistakes made

    From the other side of the glass, Silk could hear her own laugh – cracked and hollow, rhythm all wrong. It was...amused. That seemed appropriate to the situation. She doubted this place had a cursebreaker of enough significance to even guess what Reflection was, let alone truly bind it. Salt and...
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    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Her gaze wouldn’t rise from the mug, but her lip did twist up. “That’s why it’s not your ass in the snow.” A hint of amusement faded just as quickly as it came. The thing behind the woodpile would drink or wouldn’t. And Xen had made her point. That didn’t earn trust. But room, maybe. She...
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    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Didn’t answer right away. Just gave Xen a long look, half lidded, unimpressed and entirely too still. Then she bent over, packed a snowball, and lobbed it at the other woman. No force. Just consequence. “Warned you.” Like gravity, it was a fact. Still, she poured another mug. Set it near the...
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    Open Twin Beast Magitech Roar

    Vyn didn’t sit. Not yet. The air here still tasted off. Her jaw eased a fraction when Horace waddled off, but her gaze lingered. Watching the swagger, the bartering, and the practiced delays. The man couldn’t shut up if his life depended on it – so why hadn’t he asked what they were doing here...
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    Private A Bad Place To Be

    She did her best not to laugh. Not out loud. But her hands shook just enough to give the silence shape. A soundless exercise. Because Onion, of all things, might actually stick. “Alright.” She nodded in agreement. “Onion it is.” And she filed it away. Like she was registering a ship under...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Of course she had knickers, it got drafty on the road. ...Oh. Oh. It took her a moment longer than she'd like to realize she'd been insulted. Not a bad one, honestly. She might use that on Jem later. He deserved variety. Still, she looked over her shoulder as Dove ushered them away. The...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    There was no need to flinch as the man approached. Jem had thought her how to clock someone right on the side and make them stop coming. Her hands weren't even up by the time Dove got in the middle. And that stung more than any heat the man could put off. Being shielded wasn't something she...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    She allowed the silence to hang longer than comfortable. Even as she watched the hat tightening. It twitched. And then held on. But more than that, she watched Dove and the way her hands curled protectively. Her voice still trembled, even when she stood her ground. That mattered more than the...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Vyn kept still at the twitch. So they understood each other. Good. She would remember this if the hat ever got ideas. Fire and memory mixed well. When it reshaped itself to fit Dove better, she raised an eyebrow at it, until it stilled. It wasn't enough to be a concern yet. „Sounds like a...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    There was no need to ask about the first sickle. She saw the tension in Dove's shoulder as the little bird braced for the question, but it never came. Some things weren't about utility. And Elum learned early not to mock the sentimental – it was simply a curse waiting to be inherited. She said...
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    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Vyn wasn’t sure how to answer that one, so she stirred the coals, searched for the right words. “Feelings, aye. Not sure they’re the kind you want.” The fire caught better this time, scent of coffee starting to wind its way into the cold. She poured the water with careful precision, like it...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Vyn took one look at the sickle and immediately decided she'd be the one sharpening Dove's tools for the month. Didn't roll her eyes, but the temptation was there. Instead, she leaned in to inspect the blade, expression unreadable. The market wind kept tugging at her robes, as if trying to...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Vyn had to pretend not to notice the tug at first. Sometimes she wondered if she'd been too much of a crutch. If she was the one holding Dove back from becoming more confident. „Course I'll come.“ Said it like it was nothing, but her earlier thought still hung between them. She adjusted the...
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    Private Wind in the Woods

    She didn’t chase them. Watched instead, arms folded, as Roki bolted after Marcy like he thought he’d catch a prize beyond the story. They disappeared behind one of the older Wagons, somewhere near where the path dipped just enough to lose your footing if you weren’t careful. The kind of place...
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    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    She kept staring at the pouch that was being pushed back on her with a quiet disbelief. „Ghost doctor.“ The sigh was loud. Still tried to be kind. „You think any of us knew what to do the first time someone handed us too much of anything?“ But there was no budging. She wasn't taking the damn...
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