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~*~ “This is so strange,” Faye murmured into Celica’s ear. The new girl was brooding across the hill, shrouded in an aura of violet flame. “She’s, like… your evil twin, or something.” “Don’t call her ‘evil’,” Celica chided. “She’s just… blunt. Tactless. She’s been through a lot.” Mae raised a dubious eyebrow. “‘She’s not evil, she’s just mean’?” ~*~ In which Celica returns from her misadventure with the Order of Heroes with a… well. “Friend” might be a little much. (Hijinks ensue.) ~*~











