It was a year later and I was now living with Eleanor. It was a year during which I had been Clemency free. Well, I say free, but there had been a few very minor incidents. For example, Eleanor had found me staring at the long mirror in her hallway. "What?" she asked. "She was behind me as I brushed my hair, just for a second." "It's probably just your mind. Don't fret. She's gone." But
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