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RE: A Cake for Lysire
"She doesn't recognize where she is" said the present version of Lysire. She moved from the wall and stepped out in to the rubble of the city. "A place she should know well."
The younger version of Lysire looked confused, "how could she expect to know us. We haven't met her before."
"We have met her many times. She is the cause of our death," the older version of Lysire said softly.
The present version sighed heavily, "we are not who she thinks we are. We have not met her, we are friends and she is the one who will cause our death." She kneeled down and picked up a hand full of dirt and ash. "Why does she seem to hold on to such things while we need her to understand."
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