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River's under the Bar.
She's wearing a brown duster that's much too large for her; curled up small as she is, it looks as if she's trying to hide in it, and doing a fair job of succeeding. It's streaked faintly with the dust of another world.
Her forehead rests on her knees, and her whole body is a tight ball. She leans against the bar, and is silent, her face hidden.
She's wearing a brown duster that's much too large for her; curled up small as she is, it looks as if she's trying to hide in it, and doing a fair job of succeeding. It's streaked faintly with the dust of another world.
Her forehead rests on her knees, and her whole body is a tight ball. She leans against the bar, and is silent, her face hidden.