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    "You’ve already won, end this with what you’ve stolen."


    – Letters of Admission, Letter 2.


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    had hurt. Now, she felt like a girl lying at the bottom of an empty river staring at a full moon.


    If I find him, then I’ll have a place where I’m valued, wanted. Her little void companion, the black cat, then bounded through the street as something caught its interest – Elena didn’t see anything. She steeled herself, and began walking through the streets, in search of the Necromancer.


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    wanted to do. “I need a place to go. The Necromancer brought me back, and I need to find him.”


    He’ll hate me. He’ll turn me in. They’ll kill me. They’ll all be right about me. They’ll all be happy that I’m dead, they’ll–. “Most everyone here is doing the same thing,” he finished.


    This must be fate, she mused. She then explained how she always felt bad for the Necromancer, and how her church had shunned her for her feelings. Then she went on to explain her fathers abuse, her suicide attempts, and her death today. “So, if I’m going to go anywhere, I think I should be with the Necromancer.


    panic? And “why didn’t anyone know what he looked like? He’s got a purple robe, some bones, he’s pale as a ghost and looks like he’s sick. He stands out pretty easy.”