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It was dark when she awoke. It was not the same darkness that had overcome her (she knew not how long ago). Rather, it was the darkness that is pale from the light of the moon. She could see the moon through the open window near the corner where she lay. A moon and no stars. She wasn't surprised. The stars must be held for monarchs and spell-casters. What use had she for them?

She reached up and felt the soreness of her face. In the moonlight, she could see blood on her hand.

Rising slowly, she went outside and walked the short distance to the river. In the river, she could see the moon reflected in ripples.

"Why will you not help me?!" she cried to the moon in a whisper. "You follow me... all of my life you have followed me!" Washing her face, she flinched as her careless hand hit the bruise on her cheek.

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