it's been years since you thought of the late Duchess, yet the woman who walked passed you with a small child beside her looks just like her. the entire Darce line perished in the fire. you follow the pair unconciously until you arrive at their house. the mother brings her child inside but doesn't follow. without a word or movement, she beckons you. you stand before her. it IS the duchess Wren Darce. i don't know who you are, but leave now before i call the town gaurds.
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