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There is a woman. Black hiding in shadow. Cass sees her near the tower. She wonders.
There is danger. Nearby. Coming. In the air, growing each day. In Barbara’s voice—tone, maybe words. She doesn’t know.
She watches. Waits. The woman shifts. There is gold on her chest. A symbol. She recognizes it—painted on cloth like the walls. Good or bad? Good she thinks.
The woman says something. A hand stretched out. She is dangerous—a fighter—but not now.
She takes a step closer, still speaking.
Cass’ stomach growls. She turns away. She has a delivery to finish.