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she might tell you more of Ravel."
"What else can you tell me of this silent prostitute?"
"Ecco?" Yves frowned, thinking. "I once heard a tale of a girl who knew the
word that, if spoken, would undo the multiverse. Perhaps this is Ecco. Ask
Dolora, though... I understand that she sometimes meets with one who
knew Ecco before she stopped speaking."
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Dolora's cold, steely eyes flickered over me briefly. "Greetings. In what
manner may I serve you?"
"Actually, I just had some questions..."
Dolora cast her eyes to the floor with a sound that might've been a sad sigh.
"I am willing to serve you as a patron, but have no wish to answer other
questions at this time... my apologies, but I fear you shall simply have to
bear with that for the time being."
"What's wrong? Anything I can help you with?"
She looked up from the floor and into my eyes. Once more I was struck by
the pale smoothness of her skin, the cold depths of her silvery gaze. "No...
no, I fear not. My troubles are a matter of the heart. In time, I think, all
things shall be resolved."
"Are you certain there's nothing I could do?"
"Certain?" Dolora paused, as if thinking. "No, I am not. My first love,
Merriman, possesses still the keys to my heart. So long as he has them, I
shan't be free to love another. This is the cause of my melancholy."
"Why don't you seek him out, speak with him?"
Dolora shook her head. "I may not leave this place. The reasons why are
deeply personal, and not to be shared with strangers - even ones who might
bestow a kindness upon me - but suffice to say that I cannot seek out
Merriman myself."
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