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[This New Year was Roshian's second in Mayfield. When she first arrived, she had thought it would only be a matter of days before she returned home, but then days became weeks, and weeks became months, and now it was the first of January (195* if she remembered correctly, the last number blurred out).
She had presents to give (Luke had gotten his already, for Christmas, but Latvia and the new girl she had not yet met in person still hadn't gotten theirs yet), dinner was made, and everything was going to be fine, regardless of how on-edge she was about the town's next move.]