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Adorned in more ceremonial robes Raven Torsin swept into the chamber, her hood low to cover her bruises and to give her an air of mystery. She was less Raven now and more who she was, had been for decades as she waited at the periphery looking at her departed daughter.
She said, “She died with a weapon in hand, I will not mourn her, that is weakness.”