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⠀⠀⠀her shoulders dropped slightly, accompanied by a tilt of their head, ❝ and what 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 is that , memokeeper ? ❞
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an exhausted sigh, ❝ unfortunately , i have no stories for you right now . you’re welcome to accompany me , though . ❞
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⠀⠀⠀❝ ah . . . memokeeper , am i correct ? ❞
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they relax when greeted with a… somewhat familiar face, a placid expression crossing its features and their wary hand coming away from her sword.
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❝ why have you come to see me ? ❞
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⠀⠀⠀❝ a bother . . . ? ❞
it turned around, a hand reflexively landing on the hilt of her sheathed sword. their eyes looked permanently exhausted—devoid of life, revealing a shape like a black hole in their centres.
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❝ you seem familiar , as well . . . ❞
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