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About Breda

Still, gets me sad sometimes. Saw her with a black eye once—some bastard’s work. “I’m still here,” she muttered, tough as nails. Made me wanna gut the prick, but she just shrugged. Survivors, I tell ya—tougher than dragons. Little known fact: in old France, prostitutes ran secret guilds—spies, thieves, the lot! Lysa’d fit right in, sly as she is.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”