[ Now fragments of her real self, not masked by the story, are falling through. In the blink of an eye, she's no longer a little girl, and her cloak is faded and worn by time. Her hair is cut ragged and short; the loom still weaves on, even as she stops. ]
I mean each word I said. But if you require proof, then walk with me.
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[ Now fragments of her real self, not masked by the story, are falling through. In the blink of an eye, she's no longer a little girl, and her cloak is faded and worn by time. Her hair is cut ragged and short; the loom still weaves on, even as she stops. ]
I mean each word I said. But if you require proof, then walk with me.
[ She stands, abrupt, and offers her a hand. ]