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It was raining when she entered the town. Dreary grays streaked the sky, and the rain pitter-pattered as it hit the rooftops. The streetlamps had been blown out after Beni had taken the pains to light them, and there just “aint nothin’ doin’ ‘bout them,” he said. He, like all the others in town, would be staying put until the rain stopped. Except her.
No one knows where she came from or how she wandered in. She was just there, standing and staring at the fountain in the middle of the town square. Every now and then she would circle the fountain slowly, stopping only when she had returned to her original spot to survey the fountain from top to bottom. Her footfalls were light, splashing softly. It was Takka who found her.
Today, for Takka, was as dismal as the skies. He had just left the army – went home directly from the front. Young and rebellious, Takka didn’t mind the leaving. He was battle weary and sick of the smell of blood, the coppery t