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conversations.value:  "Their feuding will only frighten the citizenry." Volcanic ash and projectiles had destroyed the crops around the capital. People were hoarding goods in anticipation of product shortages, and prices were skyrocketing. Dole’s provisional government—at least, that’s what he called it—was distributing supplies, but there was no telling how long they would last. Rae remembers preparing for the eruption, purchasing nonperishable food in bulk through Tulle Trading Company and storing those supplies. She also experimented with cultivating potatoes and buckwheat She’d even tried to use Broumet to introduce a trend of seaweed salads. Rae had also been the one spreading rumors about the volcanic eruption being caused by angry spirits.
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conversations.value:  But in the end, this was all she could do. A volcanic eruption is an unfathomable disaster, and it affirms or negates a nation’s collective efforts. Even 21st-century Japan would be hard-pressed to deal with a disaster of this magnitude, and I wasn’t a whole nation, just one young girl with foreknowledge of the future. Rae's done everything she could to prepare, but there was much work ahead.
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conversations.value:  "I’m going to go see Thane."
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conversations.value:  "Rae, go ahead and send word."
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conversations.value:  "I don’t know if that’s possible."
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conversations.value:  "Why?!" Claire snarled back at Rae.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, you are the daughter of the man blocking Thane’s ascension to the throne. Thane’s supporters see you as their sworn enemy."
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conversations.value:  "Argh…"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Normally, Claire would have realized this without me pointing it out to her. She wasn’t herself.
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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, please go easy on yourself. Ever since the eruption, you’ve been working too hard." It was thanks to Claire’s swift orders at the palace in the immediate aftermath of the eruption that the nation hadn’t spiraled into complete chaos. Between the volcanic eruption, disappearance of Salas, death of King l’Ausseil, lost members of the House of Lords, and inflation of agricultural products, the country was on the brink of collapse, and Claire was helping to avert disaster. This was partially because she had her father’s backing, but no one could doubt that she made excellent decisions under pressure.
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conversations.value:  "I only did what needed to be done. My father’s the one not fulfilling his duty!"
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conversations.value:  The newspapers were rife with speculation that Dole planned to take the throne himself. Claire, who still held to her shining ideals of an aristocrat’s obligation to the people, couldn’t sit by as her father flouted that responsibility.
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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, you have done everything you possibly can. You need to take a break. You’ve barely slept at all these past few days." Rae could see fatigue starting to show on Claire’s lovely face.
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