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Rowenna
It is strange to have you back. No, she did not have him in any way; he was not hers in any sense, would she or not.
"What is strange about it? Come, the potatoes need to be in the hands of the cook."
She carried them in her apron into the Meadhall, expecting him to follow. Would he? She thought so, but a momentary pang of doubt clutched at her stomach. She did not look back.
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