Gianna did not ring the bell.She dressed quickly, pulling on the first thing she found in her wardrobe, and left the packhouse before the sun fully rose.The market was just beginning to stir when she arrived.Vendors were setting up their stalls, arranging their wares, calling out to one another in the early morning light.Gianna went to the fountain first, to Gretel's stall.The woman looked up from stacking bread and smiled when she saw Gianna approaching."Luna, you're up early.""I'm looking for someone," Gianna said. "A young woman named Molly. Brown hair, about my age. Pregnant. Have you seen her?"Gretel's smile faded. "Not today, no. Is something wrong?""I don't know yet."Gianna moved on.She went to every stall she and Molly had passed the day before, retracing their steps, asking the same question over and over.A few of the vendors recognized Molly from the description."She was here yesterday," one said. "With you, Luna. I remember because she was smiling.""But not to
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