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the teenage girl is a wondrous thing, he thought.

he could only see the back of her head in silhouette from the lights of the city, but he could read the excitement in the tension of her pose,and he knew that being there, overlooking that river, with what it meant to her, was worth everything he’d done to get her here, so close to her goal.

the strength of her spirit to withstand all of their losses had been greater than his, he knew this, and her strength had made him stronger, so combined it had brought them here to this place.

he could see all of her now as he rounded the bushes on the path and caught up to her. she wasn’t anything like her mother physically. she had inherited her aunt’s form. but she was still her mother’s daughter.