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        “Why must I return time and time again, have I not served my duty long and well enough?”  Her chest heaves and she struggles to regain composure as her hands twist with wooden staff in a piercing grip, knuckles turning white and eyes darting back and forth among the crowd so distant and yet suffocating. Yes, even her Master’s room is better than freedom with such unease.  “Is there a price we must pay to be forced in these bodies, thrust into whatever realm these humans so please, calling to their every whim?”