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| + | In Dolos' suburbs,\\ | ||
| + | In a tiny weaving workshop. | ||
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| + | The silk-weaving old woman busies herself within,\\ | ||
| + | As her smart child wanders outside on a whim. | ||
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| + | The silk pours from the loom,\\ | ||
| + | Some bright as the dawn, some dark as the night. | ||
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| + | The woman had lived her whole life in poverty,\\ | ||
| + | Yet through her business, she never deceives. | ||
| + | |||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | Never lie and speak deceit, people like you only due to honesty."</ | ||
| + | |||
| + | The girl smiles and nods,\\ | ||
| + | But her heart is drawn to the boundless desires of the bustling streets. | ||
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| + | And the grandmother is unaware,\\ | ||
| + | That her hand-made white dress has been stained by the mud of conceit. | ||
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| + | //<color # | ||
| + | "Sir, only 2,000 Balance Coins."</ | ||
| + | An honest price tag,\\ | ||
| + | Can only meager profit obtain. | ||
| + | |||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | The girl complains to her grandmother, | ||
| + | While sprouting countless plots and petty tricks. | ||
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| + | {{ : | ||
| + | The woman smiles and does not reply,\\ | ||
| + | Only weaving with night-shade silk,\\ | ||
| + | A suave hooded robe for her little spark. | ||
| + | |||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | And go into the city tomorrow to try out those pranks?"</ | ||
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| + | The mesmerizing moneyed charm of Dolos city\\ | ||
| + | Turns minds and tongues into a whirlwind of confusion. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Even the girl who prided herself on sharp ears and a clever tongue\\ | ||
| + | Could not contend with the myriad shifting face before her. | ||
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| + | She returns penniless and furiously seethes —\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
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| + | Smiling, her grandmother stops her silk work,\\ | ||
| + | And offers some dinner with humble dish.\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Yet when the moon rises,\\ | ||
| + | A magnificent pin graces the old lady's pale locks. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The girl smiles at the old woman, now stunned in shock —\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
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| + | The brilliance adorning her white hair drew all eyes,\\ | ||
| + | And its proud original owner arrived to stake their claim. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The bet that the girl won with a brilliant trick\\ | ||
| + | Is described as a thief' | ||
| + | |||
| + | The old woman, in her panic, shouldered the blame,\\ | ||
| + | Confirming a sin that was but a fabrication.\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | To protect the girl, the old woman reveals the final secret unseen:\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | People thought this to be a lie,\\ | ||
| + | But the girl knows her grandmother cannot deceive.\\ | ||
| + | Just like how she always glossed over questions about parents and kin — | ||
| + | |||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | The girl never bothered to unravel the threadbare lie. | ||
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| + | {{ : | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | "Run. Run as fast as you can... Cifera."</ | ||
| + | |||
| + | The lies overthrow the shop,\\ | ||
| + | And tear apart the good woman' | ||
| + | Leaving the girl with guilt and grief. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The hearth of her home was a lie,\\ | ||
| + | Doused by another conceit.\\ | ||
| + | But if her sleight of hand had better skill,\\ | ||
| + | Would it have made that fire burn forever? | ||
| + | |||
| + | The girl pulls down the hood and sinks into the starless dark.\\ | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | And from that day, she never left empty-handed, | ||
| + | |||
| + | However, back then the girl did not realize\\ | ||
| + | That the people did not covet one simple pin,\\ | ||
| + | But the <color # | ||
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