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- The familiar itch of the wool was strangely comforting as it slid over my skin. It reminded me of home, of Mom, of the village life before the city.
- Everything had changed so much, and I wouldn’t go back, but sometimes the reminder was nice.
- “Seems disrespectful not to,” Heather said before turning and heading down the steep rocky cliffside to the forest below.