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"Father cried my name last...I knew he hated me, if not so much as mother and Lhuna do. They just don't understand me! No, but they do fear me...yes...that has to count for something...more than something..." Durelin trailed off into unintelligable mutters, realizing she was voicing another monologue, and that there were no asides in this place.
She calmly walked over to her father's remains and knelt by the two pieces to examine them. "Those are some sharp claws..." she observed to no one. "Now, who has more reason to do this sort of thing to my father than me?" Durelin scanned the other villagers who crowded around the two corpses.
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