Senta and the Steel Dragon – Illustration

In a split second, she subconsciously registered a few bits of information—the similarity that the man and boy had to each other and the similarity they had to the image she saw each day in the mirror.

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Senta and the Steel Dragon – Illustration

There was a steam carriage parked at the edge of the square, just next to the gate in the emergency wall. A woman in a bright blue dress with a large flower-covered hat sat at the steering wheel. From his angle, Staff couldn’t tell if it was Iolanthe or Yuah. Mother Linton stood at the side of the vehicle and carried on a conversation with the woman—whoever it was. Staff watched carefully, and though he couldn’t discern the identity of the driver, it became obvious that the discussion between her and the priest was becoming heated. He felt a jerk on his arm as Miss Rocanna stopped.

“I don’t care to be ignored.”

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Senta and the Steel Dragon – Illustration

“Well it certainly is a magnificent city,” said Mercy. “I haven’t been here in almost two years… well, you remember.”
“Yes, well you should enjoy it while you can. It may well be more than a few years before you or I have a chance to return.”
“Yes. It is a beautiful sight to see, but I’m looking forward to the adventure. And of course with you absent, I doubt the city will be nearly as beautiful as it is currently.”

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Senta and the Steel Dragon – Illustration

“You’re cheeky too. I would fire you in a minute if it weren’t that Augie is under the impression that you are his sister instead of me.” Iolanthe stood up and brushed out her dress. “Have you heard from him, by the way?”

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