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conversations.value:  The inside of the building proved cleaner and more organized than anyone could ever have imagined from viewing its exterior. Furnished with only the bare minimum in terms of furniture, it still met the standard of commoner towns. We proceeded to the hallway from the gate and then to the farthest back room.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Chief, this is them."
conversations.prefix: Guard:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Thanks." A tall woman with drab, loosely pulled-back blonde hair turned to us. Her face—actually her entire body—was covered in burn scars. "There’s much I want to ask you, but first, let’s have you remove your hoods." She said with a thin smile. This burn-riddled woman was Arla Luster. She stared at us with icy eyes, and even Claire, usually uncowed, shrank a bit under the pressure.
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Do you understand where you are?" When we did as we were told and removed our hoods, Arla’s expression changed slightly.
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "The right wing of the Commoner Movement."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "We know this is the headquarters of The Resistance."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Where did you hear that?" Arla asked, amused.
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "From nobody. Please rest assured that none of your members betrayed you."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You expect me to believe that?"
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I need you to believe me, Arla Manuel." The second I said that, I felt a small pain at my throat.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Rae?!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  "Rae?!" Claire and Lilly cried in unison. They both drew their magic wands, and I held up my hands to stop them. A sword had appeared; its point pressed to my neck. Arla had moved so fast I hadn’t even seen her draw her weapon.
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
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conversations.value:  "You… Why do you know my family’s name?" She was unnerved, now. I could tell.
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I cannot tell you that. However, I know almost everything about you.
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