Del stood off to one side and watched the results of her handiwork. When the girl came to her, she was bitter, broken hearted, hurt… a little bit lost, but the anger was what kept her from slipping into Del’s realm. Maybe they would never have met, the girl was so strong and self-focused, if not for that tiny… tiny little detail…
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Maybe it was a mistake, bringing them together... )
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Sister? I stand in my gallery, and hold your sigil. Will you speak with me?
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How do you fare, Brother?
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Is it always this way?
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