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		<title>LEAFIARA: Created page with &quot;=Original Story: Lormesta 30, 5121=  The glow of the fireplace&#039;s flickering flames cast a wavering light over the sketches and names pinned up for reference on Leafiara&#039;s wall...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;=Original Story: Lormesta 30, 5121=  The glow of the fireplace&amp;#039;s flickering flames cast a wavering light over the sketches and names pinned up for reference on Leafiara&amp;#039;s wall...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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The glow of the fireplace&amp;#039;s flickering flames cast a wavering light over the sketches and names pinned up for reference on Leafiara&amp;#039;s wall as she considered the margins between &amp;quot;almost&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;all.&amp;quot; Dilemmas, dilemmas, forever another, and the latest one came from the figure named [[Mother]]--the now-standing leader of the [[Brotherhood of Rooks]], who&amp;#039;d extended a deal with some risks and some hooks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things started so simple they needed no thought: offer aid with finding the statue they&amp;#039;d lost--and what in return? Help with a strike on the Knave, hardly even a cost! ...and then, as per usual, Mother twisted the plot. Casualties of war, that&amp;#039;s what she&amp;#039;d warned--but if all went well, they&amp;#039;d be the right ones, she assured.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Just what does she mean? I don&amp;#039;t want to guess. Knowing is the battle. Knowing is the key. The answer&amp;#039;s elusive, but if I focus and press, I&amp;#039;m sure I can think through the logic and see. If there&amp;#039;s anything I&amp;#039;ve learned, it&amp;#039;s that almost all of her moves would have also been mine were I in her shoes. That&amp;#039;s just it, though--there&amp;#039;s a difference between &amp;quot;almost&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;all,&amp;quot; and the lingering catch of who&amp;#039;ll take a fall.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;A week to think it over, yet I can&amp;#039;t go to bed &amp;#039;til at least a dozen theories run through my head.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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And she stood there an hour, maybe two--for she didn&amp;#039;t care and she hardly knew--pondering the question, in dark and light, what fate they&amp;#039;d be facing next weekend&amp;#039;s night.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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