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Curses and Consequences
[Carnelia]
He didn’t even leave me a note.
I expected him to say goodbye at the very least.
But I haven't seen him yet. I haven't seen anyone at all.
Laced in a comfortable vest and simple dress, a single bag of basic provisions in my hand, I leave my room and look for someone to show me the way out of the keep. Other than falling from the window and landing on the beach, I have never been outside these walls. I have no idea which hallway to take or which door leads to fresh air and a trail heading south.
"Hello," I call, b
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