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She leaned against the door, listening to the roar of blood in her head, and sighed…. it would seem some aspects of courage are easier when safely ensconced upon the stage of the mind’s eye.

“Gracious,” She murmured, remaining still a moment longer, the cool metal of the door absorbing the heat, as she affirmed to herself quietly, “Yes… indeed.”