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silent prostitute.
"You mean Ecco? She's a dear. Quiet." Vivian frowned. "That may be part of
the charm. There is all manner of speculation as to why she is silent, but I
think t'was that her heart was most horribly broken."
"Oh, Ecco! Yes, she's a mysterious one, isn't she?! Do you know that she
never speaks? Truly!" Nenny leaned in and lowered her voice. "I think she
was emotionally wounded, so badly that she may never speak again!"
"Oh, 'tis Ecco thou speak of," Juliet sighed, "They say she is sworn never to
speak again, for one reason or another. I cannot imagine why anyone would
do such a thing."
"Yes... 'Ecco.' I knew another Ecco, once, though her name was written
differently. I know nothing of this girl, though. Ask Dolora of her. She made
friends of an old lover of Ecco's, I have heard," Marissa hissed from behind
her veil.
"Yes, that's Ecco. She's very sweet, but so quiet. I understand that she said
something, once, which caused some great tragedy... and because of that,
she'll never speak again." Kesai shrugged, smiling. "An interesting enough
story, but I don't know if it's true. Try asking Dolora... I've seen her talking to
an ex-lover of Ecco, back from a time when Ecco was speaking."
It was late and I was exhausted by the time the paunchy little man finally
left. Dolora looked crisp and cool as usual, refined and distant.
Her eyes flashed the moment I approached. "Did you find him? Has he
agreed to return the keys to my heart?"
"Yes... I have the keys to your heart. Here they are."
"At last..." As she took the keys from my grasp, her hand brushed against
mine - her skin is dry, but icy to the touch, like cold metal. "These will be of
great use to me. I thank you."
I looked at her curiously, "I was hoping to learn more about your nature."
Dolora blinked. "Merriman never told me much regarding my construction. I
know little of the inner workings of my body, much as you likely know little
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