[It's long passed midnight and she's awake. Her bare feet make no sound on the cobblestones, and her hands are clasped pleasantly behind her back. Above her, the stars twinkle. Beside her, the streets are empty, the buildings towering and black.]
[Restlessness and nightmares sent her prowling the streets instead of sleeping.]
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