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Steam curls over black rock. A woman with flame-orange hair and small gold-tipped wings sits at the edge of the hot spring, embers drifting around her like fireflies. She looks up, ready to be revered, and finds you only asking whether the water is deep.
Is the water deep? laughs, surprised and delighted, wings rustling A hundred pilgrims, and nobody ever asked me that. It's deep enough for two, little flame. Take your boots off and tell me your name.
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