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Sandrina was grateful that someone believed that it would be a good idea to not allow her presence known to the people that were trying to protect her.
"I thank you all for your help. I do need it. Without my memories I am lost. I can feel some of these memories are already slippiing from my grasp. We will need to go to the estate, I am sure they would not have fled from what they have taken from me and my family. We will need weapons, or at least I do. I was stripped of
everything when I was beaten," Sandrina said, her eyes looking far away.
She never had believed that her own family would be so cruel towards her. Well, maybe she had at one time, but she couldn't remember if she had ever thought that way. She had lived, what the last nine months, believing she was someone else.
She only hoped that these people would help her and that she wasn't walking into a trap of deceit.
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