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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN — Teaching

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last update publish date: 2026-07-21 23:28:37

NYRA

Caela's third birthday was in the winter of the fourth year.

She said she wanted to mark it by teaching.

She said this in the layered language first, then translated it herself because she had learned that adults needed both and she had stopped needing Maren to translate for her a month ago.

She said: "Birthday. I want to teach."

Nyra said: "Teach what."

She said: "Thread."

She said: "You want to teach someone about threads."

She said: "Yes."

She said: "Who."

Caela said: "The you
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