She curled into a ball, knees tucked against her chest, chin on her knees, hands around them and rocked, a little, humming tunelessly to herself. The world was contracting around her again, asking for things. A letter about Javhod - when frankly she no longer cared either way what people called him - a letter to Jaka. A definitive statement of why
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