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She sat on her own cot and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees close to her chest, feeling so small and helpless. She wished there was a way for her to suddenly become a noble. To declare herself Kylia Loquitur, and then she'd be the eldest and could take Lyra's place. She'd rather take a thousand more beatings than watch Lyra in this much pain.