I sit down on the icy bench, waiting for Thought. 

About an hour ago we split up, walking around the town looking for as much information on Aven as possible. Everyone I have spoken to doesn’t know her, and I never managed to gather enough courage to look into any of their heads. It would have been much quicker, but I’m afraid of what I might see that I don’t want to. And none of them deserve that, anyway. 

Shivering, I glance up, seeing Thought approach me from down the street. It’s late afternoon now, people mulling through the village mindlessly, thankfully not taking much notice of me. Eyes do linger on Thought though, even if he has a hood pulled over his head, trying to hide his face from everyone. 

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