16th April 1876

Murphy was dragging her feet across the corridor, strolling slowly, thinking about the council that she just attended, while Hugo's words were reverberating inside her mind over and over.

She was thinking about how was she carrying all the answers with her, while everything that she had was clueless. 

She put her hand in the satchel, where there were the parchments put there safely.

She searched the satchel to feel for the dagger that she had, she couldn't feel the scabbard of it.

She skipped a beat at losing the dagger, in this place and the time frame where there she had no one to lean at for support, there she was not up for losing any of the defenses anymore.

She dug into the satchel recklessly looking for the dagger while her heart was beating harder, she could feel a warm flush on her face.

She was losing her wits, "No-No. Where can it possibly go?", she muttered anxiously to herself while searching her satchel again and again worriedly.

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