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That morning she donned her breastplate, a dented thing polished with oil and stubbornness. Outside the gate, the town smelled of wet straw and frying onions; the cobblers argued about prices, and two children chased a dog down the lane. The mundane comforts were a kind of defiance. She tightened the straps and let the echo of the dream settle into her like a mapped bruise.

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