Hidden, the typewriter clattered, Hidden Carter.
Age: youth.
Looks: unknown.
Capacity: unknown.
He sighed; she was an anomaly the Republic didn't like. Proof of existence, of the danger. But nada, nothing else. A blank card, unknown and untraceable. The consequences were obvious; a gaping hole that had the potential to destroy many- but then again, she could just be another outlier, a girl in solitude and in the wilderness. He stood up, taking the yellow card and placing it into the Unknown and Potentially Dangerous folder, where twenty-something similarly coloured cards sat. Outside the street rumbled and clattered as horses, cars and people squeezed through various shops and makeshift stalls. The sun shone through the foggy haze that never left the country, doing little to heat the frosty air that warned of a cold winter. Opening the heavy jarrah door, whilst pulling on his thick cloak, Timothy pushed the thought of Hidden Carter away as the smells of the cafeteria awoke his grumbling stomach.
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FantasyHeidi and Sammy, two lost girls in a big, big world. Life was not uncomfortable, but neither was it paradise. Keeping hidden from civilisation, their friendship is their treasure, a possession beyond anything else they have. But as their hidden life...
