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Fred - or Cornelia, as she was beginning to think of herself - sat blinking in shock. "What?" she said dumbly. Arahim nodded in excitement. "I'm quite certain. Based on a particular detail you gave - I reached out to those in the area to see if they were missing a blonde teenaged wench, and I got a response back! Your name is a bit different, but honestly it doesn't surprise me too much that you didn't remember it with perfect clarity. In every other way, it's a match!" What rotten luck! Fred was agape, not knowing how to respond as Arahim filled her in on the details, and when he asked her excitedly if any of this sounded familiar, she was quick to say, "No, I'm afraid not. I'm very uncertain about all this..." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You've always been uncertain, my dear. It's all right, I've certainty enough for the both of us. You've made wonderful progress, and your family has been made aware of your crime and is willing to take you back anyway. The king and I agree - you are free to go back to your old life. I wish you luck in rebuilding your memories." Fred was horribly alarmed, but she didn't know what she could do - Arahim still thought she was half-mad, and had never really listened to her, and it was true that circumstances seemed to have aligned near-perfectly, to make him think this was the answer. It seemed she had no choice but to go live the life of...
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