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Could she help the dead? She hadn't tried to, her experience with death was relatively minimal. Distant relatives of a sort that she knew vaguely, that were better connected to her mother than anyone else. But it was the sort of statement that jarred her thoughts and lowered her gaze to the sandswept earth at her feet.

"No," she admitted—she couldn't help the dead any more than the dead could help themselves. "I'm sorry, I'll... just go then." Better she had, she suspected, not entirely one to trade barbs with acquaintances, especially those of a more assertive intent. It wasn't long thereafter that she disengaged entirely, turning away from Raleska and away from the coast altogether.

Perhaps she'd find something better in the interior.

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