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　　Natalia wandered through the village market, doing her best to take in everything around her while also avoiding notice. She watched for distracted merchants who left an opening for her to sneak in and relieve them of their wares, for market visitors who left their money pouches exposed to her nimble fingers, it was an art form, one she knew much too well for a girl of her six years. 　　Sometimes she thought she could hear a strangely familiar voice whispering in the back of her mind, telling her that stealing was wrong, but hunger was a far louder motivator. She didn’t think it had always been like this, h