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Her forehead creased as she completed the search, and a frown appeared on her lips. Without some light, it was impossible to trace footsteps or examine closer any signs of disturbances. In the meantime... if the prowler were still around, she, Robyn Mehlingard would be incapacitated.
In her earlier years, she would have squealed with delight at this prospect. But now, with the burden of Alesbridge and her father weighing heavily against her shoulders and conscience, this moment was decidedly distasteful.
Inhaling deeply, she made her way towards the window, her left hand continuing to hold the hilt tightly while her right hand reached out for each of the two window-bars in turn, seeking to shut the windows firmly.
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