Part 2: Tradepost

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The talk seemed to go on forever, Charlie's familiar drawl filling her ears, she was unable to escape the noise that echoed through the hall. Ever second made her skin crawl, she couldn't stop fidgeting. Every now and again Charlie would catch her eye, each stare sending flickers of fear for her. This was supposed to be a safe place, people said. Mal disagreed, it's a prison for her. Her heart raced in her ears, her head became filled with the heavy thud enhanced by the words spewing out of Charlie's mouth. She lost track of time, the man next to her shoved at her shoulder to get her to move. The talk was over. Mal scrambled to get up so she could leave, hopefully leave away from this.

Even run away from the Tradepost...
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