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Candle.

Familiar, familiar faces, familiar scents, everything familiar.

Minsang’s overworked muscles sighed relief as she sagged her way forward, towards the dark shape of the woman. She flashed her a little grin, barely there before it vanished behind the stone of her face again.

Foaming. She answered, gesturing to her mouth.

I thought. I was wrong. Never again.