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... . The fabric still looked too crisp, too sterile, compared to the dust-caked days she'd survived in the field. Her brown hair, freshly washed, framed her face in soft waves that hung just past her shoulders. It still held a hint of tangling from the road, but she wore it naturally—no fuss, no vanity. Her features were striking—sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, a calm expression that belied her youth. At eighteen, she was beautiful, but there was a steel in her gaze that made her seem older. ...
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