feat: drafted eighteen

README.md

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 Outline
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-- Chapter
+- Slow chapter.
-  - Out in the open
-  - Getting scared and tired
-  - Plays her violin to relax
-- Chapter
-  - Comes into town on a wagon
-  - Finds someone who saw them
-  - Rushes out of town to chase after them
 - Meets up with Brook
 
 Notes

chapters/chapter-17.md

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 After another day of disappointment, Linsan didn't have hopes for the next village. After the good luck with earning her keep with her violin and then catching a ride with Maril, she had hoped that the gods would reveal the murderers within hours. Sadly, even as wagon stopped at each village throughout the day, no one could provide even a hint to the men Linsan was chasing.
 
-With a sigh, she leaned against the side of the wagon and peered down at the wheel. There was still mud still clinging to the wagon. As the wagon rattled over a wooden bridge, flecks of half-dried cascaded down and created a path.
+With a sigh, she leaned against the side of the wagon and peered down at the wheel. There was still mud still clinging to the wagon. As the wagon rattled over a wooden bridge, flecks of half-dried mud cascaded down and created a path.
 
 Maril groaned. She squirmed in her seat for a moment before flicking the reins to sped up her horse along the bridge.
 
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 Gal didn't say anything.
 
-Wiping her face, Linsan took a deep breath and tried to stop the despair from consuming her. She spotted the chews and feminine pads that Maril wanted. With a shaking hand, she picked them up along with some snacks and carried them over to the counter. "C-Can I get these?"
+Wiping her face, Linsan took a deep breath and tried to stop the sudden despair that had slammed into her. All she wanted to do was drop to the ground and curl up in a ball. Or scream at the top of her lungs.
+
+No, she couldn't. Not in front of Gal.
+
+She spotted the chews and feminine pads that Maril wanted. With a shaking hand, she picked them up along with some snacks and carried them over to the counter. "C-Can I get these?"
 
 "Of course, Sweetie," Gal said in a sympathetic voice. "That will be four crowns."
 

chapters/chapter-18.md

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+---
+title: Whispers in the Night
+summary: >
+  Forced to wait through the night, Linsan struggles with her fears and frustration of being unable to catch up with the murderers.
+---
+
+Linsan tried to find a comfortable position on a heavy canvas bag. The fragrant perfume from the contents rose up around her with every shift of her body. She wasn't entirely sure what was inside the bag, only that Maril said it was a dried vegetables medley used for soups. Occasionally, when she found a new position, she got hints of onions and garlic.
+
+She squirmed for a moment and then tried to convince herself to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, though, her thoughts began to spiral into despair as she thought about how far ahead her quarry was.
+
+With a groan, Linsan rolled over and tried to find a new position to sleep.
+
+On the other side of the wagon, Maril let out a loud snore. She had three blankets on top of her and another two wrapped around her feet.
+
+Linsan sighed miserably. It was late and she couldn't go anywhere with Maril snoring on the other side of the wagon.
+
+Every hour the older woman slept was one more hour that the murderers were moving ahead. In their car, they could easily travel a hundred leagues in a day where she could only do a dozen. The wagon wasn't much better, even with the increased comfort.
+
+Tears threatened to rise up. She fought them, not willing to break down.
+
+With her throat dry and her chest aching, she looked around for any comfort. Spotting her case, she reached down and picked it up. The leather scraped against one of the bags. Pulling it into her lap, she wrapped her legs around the base and pressed the head against her belly.
+
+She bowed her head. Taking a deep breath, she let the smells of wood stain, dust, and age fill her lungs. The comforting smells of an old instrument pushed back the growing despair.
+
+Tightening her grip, she rocked back and forth.
+
+Why wasn't she giving up? Why couldn't she just turn around and head home? She knew her parents would understand. No one would blame her when she walked back into the house.
+
+Linsan let out a long, shuddering breathing.
+
+She would know that she had given up.
+
+After so many years steeping in the history of her family, so many visits to the ruins of the workshop, all the music, playing, and seeing her family being worn down, she couldn't given up.
+
+She pressed her lips against the violin case. "I can't give up," she whispered.
+
+"Even if it takes me years, I can't give up on you."
+
+She wasn't sure if she was talking to her mother, father, or both. Her thoughts were too confused. For all she knew, she was calling out to Palisis or Duncan's spirit.
+
+Wrapping tighter around the case, she closed her eyes tightly. "I can do this, right?"
+
+No answer came.
+
+She gulped and took a deep breath. "I can do this," she whispered. Her voice cracked as she realized she was lying to herself.
+
+"I can do this, right?"
+
+"I can do this."
+
+Her chest ached. She wanted to burst into tears.
+
+"Please?"