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Chani stared directly forward, intent on remaining cryptic on this subject. "I... Didn't want it anymore."
Meanwhile her mind drifted to the truth of the matter. Memory was something she had not often indulged in since she'd been rid of her sword. Truthfully she could not remember the circumstances that had lead her to her course of action, as she could remember very little of the past four years but abstract concepts of toil and apathy. Though certain she knew where the sword was, she was not sure she would ever make the journey to reclaim it.
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