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That's Not My Name
*Ainslee* My f*****g sock is wet. Again. It’s a chilly night, yet we are all standing outside of the mayor’s office on the lawn. Earlier in the day, the town criers had spread the word that there would be a village meeting this evening at sundown. Everyone is expected to be there. No one has any idea what the meeting is about, at least, not any idea with merit. A lot of rumors are whirling about town. I’ve heard everything from a murderer is on the lose to that a volunteer army is being formed because Warfang is about to attack us, but I don’t think any of that is true. I do have an idea why the mayor has called this meeting, and the idea of it has my stomach sitting like a rock in the bottom of my gut. Lenny stands about five feet from me, saying nothing. His family is huddled around
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