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Evangeline closed her hand over a small scrap of paper she’d kept at the start: a child's drawing of a crooked fence. The edges were frayed, the crayon faded, but when she held it she felt a pinprick of something like home. The Trainer’s glass eyes reflected the scrap and, for a moment, a flicker of something like pity passed through the gears.
Evangeline weighed the ledger in her pocket: enough coin for two lessons, perhaps three if she gambled. The first phantom—an aristocrat’s shadow—taught her how to bend a crowd with a sentence. She walked from the Theatre like royalty, and for a moment the city bowed. Her memory of home’s crooked fence softened; the taste of porridge was less sharp. She told herself it was a small trade. fable 3 1113 trainer exclusive
On the night she returned the Trainer’s last card—empty now, its ivory face worn—the clockwork apprentice tilted its head. “You have become what you sought,” it said. “What remains will shape what you are.” Evangeline closed her hand over a small scrap