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[bulletwthmyname]

[somewhere in one of camp's fabled open spaces, possibly under a tree, there's a boy. sitting on the ground in front of him is a candle. the flame of said candle is running through a gamut of colors, heights, and temperatures, even though the boy doesn't seem to be doing anything at all besides looking at it

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[bulletwthmyname]

It's considered a really weak, useless Talent, and I didn't even realize it was there until it was taken away. But it makes a pretty big difference, yes.

[bulletwthmyname]

Well, not really. There were these wards that made it impossible to use your Talent inside them.

[bulletwthmyname]

Exactly so.

[bulletwthmyname]

I committed treason. Published propaganda against the government.

[bulletwthmyname]

It's a hanging offense. But they really wanted me for my Talent.

[sounds a wee bit bitter about this]

[bulletwthmyname]

The first time, Kieran and a storm did most of the work. The second time, I dismantled the wards, took down a wall, and walked.

[bulletwthmyname]

Yes. It was ironic, but not surprising, all things considered. Two starving boys running on foot against rested, well-fed Watchmen on horseback is poor odds for the boys.