Elysia doesn’t know where she is, and she has no means to contact anyone.

 

            The girl still doesn’t reply.

 

            “Do you know where we are?” Elysia tries again, this time looking around for another arrival. The girl looks well fed and clean, helping Elysia decide that the girl has someone who takes care of her. That person couldn’t be too far away.

 

            The girl nods her head at Elysia’s question.

 

            “Are we still in Trim?”

 

        &nb...

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