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It had started as an idle thought. Daenora knew a lot, was all. She had used it as a threat, and things had moved on, and she had thought little of it.
But then, later, it came to her again. Why shouldn’t she write in to somewhere, with a piece or two of the information she hoarded?
Kiera had found her out, and in a moment of brief terror she had thought that would be it for her. It wasn’t, though. Kiera just wanted in.
Step by step, they built up their own thing. Years passed, and Daenora went from an anonymous source to a well regarded journalist in her own right, living with a similarly successful girlfriend and two children between them. It was a good thing they had going.