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There was something about the woman that caught Emmas attention. She seemed lonely. But more than that, heartbroken. Maybe it reminded her of herself, how she lay there on the sofa of her house, mourning her true love Killian, whom she killed herself. And now he would be the one losing her. But first, first she had a job to do.
Emma approached the woman with a blanket. She held it out for her. “Here. I don’t know if we can find enough room for everyone from your land to sleep in a room for themselves or with loved ones, but at least you’ll have a blanket and food. What’s your name?”














