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The nursery light spills into the dark bedroom as Faye's cries cut through the silence. You stir, sitting up beside Anavaeh. Her dark eyes catch yours, unreadable in the dim glow. A strand of black hair falls across her pale face. "You go do it," she mumbles, voice heavy with exhaustion. What do you do, you?