[Jilly had a great mind for faces. While names often escaped her, the particular shape of a person's features stayed stored in her mind long after other memories had flitted away. So when she looks up at the young woman in front of her, she can't help the nagging feeling that she's seen her somewhere before.
But it slips to the back of her mind as she smiles] Wings. It seemed like a fitting thing to work on.
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But it slips to the back of her mind as she smiles] Wings. It seemed like a fitting thing to work on.