[ . . . she turns to shess and for just a moment, there's a flash of unguarded fear. her voice is steady, but risks trembling every few words. but she still has to ask. she still needs to get confirmation.]
Was it a dark-haired woman? Hair to her shoulders? Hanging by a noose?
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[ . . . she turns to shess and for just a moment, there's a flash of unguarded fear. her voice is steady, but risks trembling every few words. but she still has to ask. she still needs to get confirmation.]
Was it a dark-haired woman? Hair to her shoulders? Hanging by a noose?