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circle. The circle is wide enough to throw a stone across, but somehow the figure manages to approach from a great distance.
Other people would have run away. But the girl doesn’t, and the woman in the circle is immediately interested. “So you’re real, then.”
“Of course. What is your name, girl?”
“Esmerelda.”
“And what do The girl put her head on one side.
“How do you know I did that?”

“It’s at the top of your mind, girl. Anyone could see it.
Anyone with ... good sight.”
“I shall be able to do that one day,” said the girl smugly.you want?”“I don’t want anything.” “Everyone wants something. Otherwise, why are you here?”“I just wanted to find out if you was real.”“To you, certainly ... you have good sight.”The girl nods. You could bounce rocks off her pride. “And now you have learned this,” said the woman in the circle, “what is it that you really want?” “Nothing.”“Really? Last week you went all the way up to the mountains above Copperhead to talk to the trolls. What did you want from them?”