Moving on
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*For a long while, Lina stayed by the fire, looking in the direction Klaz took. She watched the reflects of the fire playing on the rings around her fingers. She stood quietly and went to her tent.
Nothing held her back here.
She quietly started to pack everything, tears running down her cheeks
Once again the Tower would shelter her.
A Tower so crowded with sour memories. And a smile that would haunt the place just like it would haunt the camp for her if she stayed.
Peltarch, after all, didn't sound like a bad idea.*
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