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“The people in the city are raving about some spirit roaming around dealing with criminals.”
Katara watched as Zuko ranted. His tirade, pacing - hands clasped behind his back, was reflected in the mirror as she brushed the knots from her hair.
“They say she’s the Painted Lady.”
“I met the Painted Lady once. In a fishing village while traveling with Aang.”
Zuko looked unamused.
“The Painted Lady is not in my city.”
“She could be.” Katara paused, squinted at the mirror, and then rubbed at a red mark on her cheek. “Or it could be someone keeping her legend alive.”