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<p>Without identity, without memories, the girl would walk from house to house, hoping to at least be given a clue of who she is. Holding her paintbrush tight, she waved her hand as she colored memories which were precious to those who held them.</p> <p>"Good day to you. I am from the Maison de Couleurs painter's company here in Havenbelle. My name is..."</p>
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