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The days spent between nightmares and reality slightly dulled Lesana's black longing. The girl got up and began to clean the closet.

- Did you get up? - the old woman, who returned with a bucket of icy water, was surprised.

- Got up...

- Come, come here, wash yourself here.

The student suddenly said bitterly:

- You're messing around with me. Useless me. Worthless.

The grandmother put her hands on her hips and asked caustically:

- She invented it, al suggested who?

- Itself. What kind of howl am I if I couldn’t fight back?! the girl suddenly cried out.

Karga chuckled.

– Howl... What kind of howl are you? You are a follower. About last year, you were only taught to jump and fall, to wave sticks, to pull the bowstring. In the autumn, they only began to mix with each other. And for the time being, you don’t know how to own your Gift at all. Howl... will say too! She sat down on the bench, wiping her sweaty forehead with the corner of her handkerchief.

Lesana clenched her fists
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