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The woman stared intently at her out of curiosity.

"You must be the one he brought home. Strange. He never brings anyone home." She said, and Mara began to feel scared

"Him? Who is he?" she asked the woman looking frightened now.

Her gray and silver locks were pulled into a tight bun, and dark glasses were perched on her nose, making it impossible to see her eyes. There were wrinkles on her cheeks and hands, belying her advanced age. Despite her shaking fingers, she somehow managed to sew whatever she was repairing. "Well, don't just stand and gawk over there, child. Come and sit."

The woman gestured to a vacant chair opposite her. Mara looked between her and the gates, wondering if she should run for it. She was surprised when the woman spoke up again, seeming to read her thoughts. "Would you rather be trekking through that awful garden and climbing past those gates rather than sitting comfortably here with me?"

Mara felt her fears and plan sounded stupid when she put it like that.
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