Nightshift 62: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Taura didn't let heavy thoughts drag her footsteps down. She was around the corner and down into the main hall in two long strides.

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[avengingfists]

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She had always been powerless, though, hadn't she? Ilia couldn't help but think that was the case as she trudged down the corridor towards the main hallway. Even in the fight with the ogres down in the basement, she had fared far worse than her companions, both of which were at least a decade younger than herself. And she called herself a soldier.

No, negative thinking like that will not help! She shook her head, took a deep breath and plunged on. But she couldn't put it completely out of her head. She had failed. She had failed them all, not matter what Anise or Claude said.

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