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A miracle was what it felt like to escape Insomnia. A mistake was what it felt like to leave behind the likes of the two glaives that had nearly given everything to see her to safety—and one had, without a doubt, done far more than that. She’d practically felt his life fade away in her very soul when the sun rose, when whatever deal had been made with the the past kings had expired.
Thus, she was on her own, lost in a country she barely knew with only the kind souls peppered throughout it to aid her. That was, surely, more than she could’ve ever asked for.
It made sense for her to stumble upon a gas station far from the reaches of Insomnia, though it would hardly be a difficult find for anyone who had a mind to look for her. It’s quiet, save for the noises creeping out from the garage, where a woman is stooped over the hood of a car much older and simpler than the ones she’d seen in Insomnia.
“Excuse me,” she calls out, just loud enough to be heard of the persistent sounds. “Might I have a moment of your time?”
