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Mirelle sucked in a sharp breath and slowly, very slowly, let it out. A little boy's head popped up over the top of the ladder, and the little girl scrabbled towards him. Mirelle could only sit wordlessly and stare.
The very much awake, very excited little girl chattered away to the boy on the ladder, but he paid her only enough attention to shush her gently before turning back to Mirelle. "Who are you?"
"Mirelle. Who are you?" The words came out as a sort of croak. So she tried again. "Mirelle. Who are you?"
"I'm Tim, and this is my sister, Wren. You new here?"
Tim smiled. Mirelle smiled back.
"Yes," she answered. Then she burst into tears.
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Some may carve through wood and stone to find a thing of beauty, while some may chase their cause around the world for love or duty
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