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"But--"

"Mender Samuels ordered bed rest, and bed rest it shall be"

"But--"

The woan held her tongue In moments they were back in her rooentle in contrast to her brusque an sank into the

"I don’t knohat they did to you at the asyluan’s bandaged wounds "One hears such horrid stories But you are safe now, free of that wretched institution"

"But where am I?"

The woman paused with the covers in her hand and raised an eyebrow Her hair, streaked with gray, was bundled on top of her head, and afrom a silver chain around her neck

"Dear, dear," the woht you knew, but the mender said you’d be disoriented You are in your uncle’s house in Mill City I aan had never heard of Mill City, and why did they insist she had an uncle here? "Where are s?"

"Things? What things?"

"That came with me"

"I could not say"