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"I agree with Meghan," Fionn said, digging half-heartedly through his pack for something that looked semi-appetizing. "If the march-warden gave the papers to you, well, I'd say that makes you the leader."
Sighing, he pulled out a biscuit he had saved from breakfast. It was just going to go stale if he left it. He took a bite and turned his attention to Osmod's drawing. He chewed thoughtfully.
"I'm curious, too," he said, nodding towards Meghan, who had just asked about it. "What's that you're drawing?"
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