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I found myself unable to respond to her question because when I thought about what she was implying, what she was trying to make me understand, it was too horrible to imagine.
She turned away and look off into the distance once again, a faraway look in her eyes. “I had a friend I grew up with,” She said softly. “She was the daughter of one of the palace servants. We did everything together when we were younger.” She shrugged. “As we got older, we didn’t really have too much time for each other. She got a job working in the palace just like her mother did and I was . . . well, I had escaped Valveronia with the realization that if I ever returned, I’d be killed. That didn’t stop me though.”
“Stop you from what?” I found myself asking.
“From sneaking back in to get people out,” She re
