Lady Grace
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She silently slipped from her bed in the moonlit room and stood shedding her nightgown and revealing the dark trousers and a loose blouse hidden beneath. She folded the dress neatly, setting it on the bed for her return then noiselessly padded barefooted to the chest sat at the foot of her bed. Pulling a key from under her shirt she opened the lock that held it shut then lifted the latch. She carefully lifted a cloth wrapped bundle and held it close to her chest as she walked towards the tapestry on the far wall. She scanned the room once more befor shifting embroidery and allowing the slight moonlight to illuminate a gaping hole in the wall. She slipped inside then let the tapestry fall back into place. This was Lady Grace of Suria.
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