BECKYDickson and I stepped into the woman’s home, and the moment we did, the strong scent of herbs tickled my nose even through my mask. The scent was pleasant but erring on the side of too potent, and winced slightly.The woman led us to her parlor, and as we stepped through the kitchen, I was reminded of my home back in Anemond. Her house was cozy and simple, and my heart ached a little as I thought of my mother.Once we entered the other room, the woman stared at me for a second. Though her eyes were bright, the rest of her looked exhausted. Her skin was deathly pale, and though she wore a top with a high collar, I could see a prominent back mark that spanned from her neck to her ear.“Please, take a seat,” she said, and she gestured at the round white dining room table. “Can I make you some tea?”Dickson and I glanced at one another as we took a seat.“No thank you,” I said as I shook my head politely. “I appreciate your hospitality, but we’re here to ask you a few questions. We
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