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    Rose laughed slightly. "Well, I don't blame you. I don't remember much from when I was five years old, either." Jahr closed his eyes. He just needed to rest for a moment...
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    "My name is Rose," said the woman, finishing bandaging Nyx up.
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    "Don't worry, she won't bite," Jahr said drily, moving to sit down. "I took care of you, many years ago. When you were a child," the woman said.
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    655 sighed. "It doesn't look like a very pleasant place to live." And it was getting worse by the moment. 5994.
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    "Right," replied Tam, chagrined. He'd trained for this. True, he'd never attempted to banish a withergeist while balancing on the roof, but no one had ever said this would be easy. "Cover me," he called to Murk (@Experience) , and began banishing. @Channelknight Fadran "For now," Jahr replied, opening the door. They stepped through. The room was warm, lit by a fireplace above which a small painting hung. A table stood in the center of the room, so riddled with books and papers that almost none of its surface could be seen. A woman was sitting at the table, reading from a book. She looked up as Jahr entered, her eyes brightening as she saw his face- then widening when she saw the blood. "I'm fine, I'm fine," Jahr said reassuredly as she hurried over. "It's not mine. Here- she's hurt." The woman pulled bandages out of a pocket and began tending to Nyx's wounds. She smiled gently. "Welcome, Nyx. It's nice to see you again."
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    The other side of the rip contained a place with painfully bad poetry written on the wall in Portugese.
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    Jahrdor led her through the fringes of the forest. As they walked, he saw the Hunters coming in the distance. His eyes narrowed, a feeling of cold hatred burning in his gut. Then he turned away and kept walking. Eventually, the pair arrived at a house just far enough away from the road to be out of sight. It looked damaged and run-down, but alive- as if it had been abandoned for many years, but recently inhabited.
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    Try something?
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    Jahr furrowed his brow. "Well. I have friends, not too far from here. We should be able to get medical attention for you there."
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    The survey wondered if they should try again?
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    Jahrdor exhaled. "What... happened back there?" he asked, gesturing vaguely towards her arm. "Why..?"
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    The survey felt like it should be able to help.
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    "I guess, yeah."
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    As they fled, the screams of the city faded. Jahrdor came to a stop, panting. "I think... we're safe."
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    "I am immortal," 655 remarked gloomily. "Mostly."
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    Jahrdor burst out of the door of the inn, looking around wildly for whichever direction contained the least withergeists. "This way," he panted, picking a direction and running.
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    Jahr gritted his teeth and dashed for the door. The withergeists responded to him as he passed- he could feel their chilling touch - but he kept running.
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    Stars! Jahr thought, panic filling him. "Nyx," he said, keeping his voice as calm as he could. "We need to get out of here. I'm going to run to the door. Can you follow me?"
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    I do not know... one cannot simply avoid Narrators. Not here. The simplest solution would be escape, but alas...
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    Yes, the survey said, then drooped. Well... not anymore.
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    The withergeists encroached.
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    Jahr gasped. What-? No time to worry about it now, he thought grimly. "No, not bad!" he replied. "Good, very good! Can you do it..." he gestured towards the wall. "That way?"
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    What was your problem? asked the survey. "Uh... Narrators."
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    Jahr gasped, too shocked for a moment to speak. "We need to move," he finally managed. "They don't care about physical barriers."
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