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The name struck a note in Stephie's brain, as it sounded familiar in the cavities of her ears.
"Wait-" Stephie hummed in realization.
"The rain came, and I was led here," Carter continued even at the young lady's protest, "there is not a price you can name that I cannot pay for your troubles. So if you please, all I ask is a cup of hot milk, a dash of cinnamon, and a sprinkle of sugar." Carter concluded, his eyes slightly glassy.
"Carter Barlowe...?" Stephie whispered to herself first, then she looked towards the senior once more.
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