Rory clapped, startling me. He stood up, rubbing his hands together. “Now, show me what you have for clothes and we’ll go shopping to fill in the gaps.” I got up, opened my bag, and began pulling out the few clothes I had. “You don’t need to buy me clothes, I’ll get a part-time job and…” I began laying out my clothes for him to see. “If you want a job, that's fine.” His voice grew firm. “But I want you to focus on researching the Sight, finding anything you can.” I met his eyes again; he was serious. “I’m sick of the women in our family dying from this,” he continued. “I want you to have
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