She liked to fit people into the world like puzzle pieces.

The pattern was almost complete. It just needed one more piece to bring it to life. Dust rose in the background as the creaking of carts and braying of donkeys filled the air. But there was no real movement. Everything was stuck in a sense of suspended animation. The market traders holding their wares at a precarious angle while she searched through her store of characters. This place needed a dashing hero, maybe on the run from the local constabulary. This time it would be a young woman in tattered clothes and sandals. This time the world would be different!

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