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Shiera Seastar was dead. Everyone had heard it and Shiera, alone for the first time in a long time, smiled a self-satisfied smile to herself. Brynden knew what she had done. He, and no other.
She hid away until she grew bored, whereupon she dyed her hair, donned simple clothing, and headed in search of something to do. She found a town in which to amuse herself. Later, she found a lover. Daisy was a sweet thing, surprisingly innocent for all her working years. It was a very different kind of relationship to most of the ones Shiera had had. The pretence, her feigned death, was the only reason such a relationship was possible. She had freed herself from expectations. It was the closest to ordinary she had ever felt.