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Margot adjusted the scarf around her neck, her eyes sharp. "Those lines are your map, Elena. The audience is tired of looking at blank pages. They want a story they can recognize. Give them the geography of someone who’s actually lived." " Elena admitted

"I'm not thinking about the light," Elena lied. "I'm thinking about the lines. There are so many more on my face than the last time I did this."