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“If she left- when she left- Antarctica would be a memory, than a memory of a memory, and eventually it would just be a story. Pearl would be just a story, a swirl of remembered feelings, someone she'd talk about at bars to strangers who would become friends and then strangers again. All these stories, what did they add up to? A life?”

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Ink Blood Sister Scribe

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“Anyway, is it hard for you to be in here? Or is it more of a comfort thing?' ... 'It feels like coming home, but not. And it's not that it's changed- this place never changes. Hell, I think change is the mortal enemy of a scribe. But I'm starting to realise that I've changed. I don't quite fit here. Not anymore.' 'Yeah. I get that.' Something in his voice tells me he really does.”

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