It isn't far. [Keeping her half-secret smile, she takes his hand instead, leading him from the town gate along snow-lined paths to the sanctum. To home, such as it ever was - where she worked and where at the very least it felt like she lived. They pass the small cemetery, headstones marked with Weyard's alphabet but marred enough to be unreadable, even for Mia, and then she holds open the door to a hushed and warm building.]
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