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ㅤshe hummed softly at reina’s question — not dismissive , but thoughtful , like someone weighing what to give away and what to keep. the sound of their footsteps filled the space between them , polished floors whispering.
“ the family’s gift didn’t land on me. →
really explain. just— a way of knowing when something isn’t what it pretends to be. ”
ㅤa faint smile touched her lips — not secretive , but resolute. “ people tend to underestimate it. i don’t mind that. makes the job easier. ”
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the way. emilia weems. and before you ask — yes , that weems. ”
a small , knowing smirk tugged at her mouth. “ though i’m sure my sister’s the one who left the bigger impression around here. ”
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ㅤa low laugh slipped past her lips — soft , unguarded — echoing faintly in the long , old hallway. she shot reina a sidelong glance , the kind that carried both irony and history. “ you have no idea how many people think sheriff is →
my first and last name. ” she said , shaking her head with a rueful grin. “ i sign one report , and suddenly no one remembers i’ve got an actual name. ”
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her tone eased , a little warmth threading through the dry humor. “ it’s emilia , by →