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β | She had been called | + | She had been called Birdie so long she barely remembered the name her mother gave her. |
She sits in the window of her little garret looking out over the vast eastern ocean of Amber. Her tower room is tiny, one of four on the floor of the small tower attached to the east side of the Castle Amber. The other three had long since been abandoned. No one would live on the floor with her. Nor the two below or the tiny attic room above. But to her they were bliss. | She sits in the window of her little garret looking out over the vast eastern ocean of Amber. Her tower room is tiny, one of four on the floor of the small tower attached to the east side of the Castle Amber. The other three had long since been abandoned. No one would live on the floor with her. Nor the two below or the tiny attic room above. But to her they were bliss. |