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conversations.value:  “You said you would support me—was that a lie? !” Claire stared me in the eye. The dainty little hand she’d used to slap me was red from impact. This fragile girl and her brittle soul were fully ready to bear the brunt of dealing with this crisis.
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conversations.value:  Who would aid her? There was only one answer. “I’m so sorry.”
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conversations.value:  “I’m fine—I’m here.”
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conversations.value:  “Good.” Claire said, and she hugged me for just a moment. I realized she was shaking and hugged her back, holding her close. “We shall overcome this.”
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conversations.value:  “Yes!” We threw ourselves into the work posthaste. Claire’s quick thinking saved us time, marshalling the kingdom’s resources at once. We did, however, receive one piece of news that stopped us in our tracks. Prince Rod could not be found.
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