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@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ Linsan's injuries ached and burned but they were properly bandaged and there was
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He bowed and then hurried over to the next serious injury.
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Linsan returned her attention to the bank. The flames were gone but it continues to smoke and smolder. A guard walked among the ashes; it was a fire fighter judging form his red outfit and the way he picked up blacked hunks of wood with his bare hands. Around him, the air wavered from the heat.
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Linsan returned her attention to the bank. The flames were gone but it continues to smoke and smolder. A guard walked among the ashes; it was a fire fighter judging from his red outfit and the way he picked up blacked hunks of wood with his bare hands. Around him, the air wavered from the heat.
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She turned and looked at Brook. Her dark hair was matted with blood. Soot marked her face and hands. Her green dress had been ruined with various cuts, tears, and scorch marks. She scratched her nose with a finger that had ripped free of her glove.
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@ -114,7 +114,9 @@ With a groan, Brook stood up. She stepped in front of Linsan. "I'll look," she a
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"Um, your dress," called out to the guard.
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The fire mage held up his hands. "It's cool enough it will only stain it."
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The fire mage held up his hands. "It's cool enough not to set it on fire, but there is soot and smoke."
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"I don't care," Brook said sharply.
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Linsan and the two guards looked at the scorched, ruined dress. A few more moments in the bank wouldn't do any more damage to the already ruined material. They followed after Brook.
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@ -132,7 +134,7 @@ Brook hesitated before she knelt down. She grabbed his wrist.
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A stench of burnt meat rose up, choking Linsan. Her stomach heaved for a moment.
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Brook let out a groan herself and clutched her stomach. With a trembling her hand, she turned the body's corpse over to show the blackened bracelet. "That's Daddy's," she said in a quiet, dull voice. "The pair is at home."
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Brook let out a groan herself and clutched her stomach. With a trembling her hand, she turned the body's corpse over to show the blackened bracelet. "That's Daddy's," she said in a quiet, dull voice. "The other half of the pair is at home."
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She shook as tears splashed down on the charred ground. Lifting herself up, she held her dress off the ground before stepping and then knelt down on the other side. She pointed to his ring. "That's also Daddy's."
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@ -168,11 +170,13 @@ Her ears pounded as she stared at it. She squatted down to inspect the case.
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"It isn't here," Linsan said as she felt her throat growing tight.
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"What isn't here. Palisis. M-My father's violin. It was right here."
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"What isn't here?"
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"Palisis. M-My father's violin. It was right here."
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"Maybe it burned up?" He said even as he was squatting down himself. His bare hands ran along the velvet inside the case. When he flipped up his finger, it only had a few motes of dust clinging to the tip. He looked around at the damage, obviously looking for it. "Maybe it fell out."
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After a few seconds of peering around, he shook his head. "Maybe it wasn't here."
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After a few seconds of peering around, he shook his head. "Maybe it wasn't. I don't see the metal from the body or anything in the right shape. Maybe your father removed it?"
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"No, we wouldn't have touched it. It was precious to my family. No one would have ever sold it. I thought I saw it in May's bag but I couldn't believe it. But... but... it's not here."
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@ -180,7 +184,7 @@ The guard sighed and shook his head. "You need to report this. But right now, I
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She reflexively gave her name and address.
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"Sterlig?" His voice grew sharper. "You had a fire a few years ago. A workshop or store?"
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"Sterlig?" His voice grew sharper. "You had a fire a few years ago. A workshop or store? I remember it being outside of town."
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She sniffed and nodded.
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