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... id briskly, not bothering to look at me. "We don't have all day."
Inara hesitated before stepping closer, her voice softer. "We found something that should fit."
I turned away from the mirror, eyeing the clothing warily. It was nothing like the rough, travel-worn clothes I had lived in for weeks, months? Hell I don't even know how long ago i left home. Instead, the fabric was fine, meant for someone who belonged here—not a prisoner, not a human caught in the wolves' game.
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