A shutter runs through the city. A collective sign of nervous relief. "Is this a peace overture?" she said, unmoving. The voice is deep, distorted as though it echos from far away, and distinctly feminine. "It's just, usually tribute is more than that. If all you would like is my name, it's Nineveh, but are you sure? You don't seem particularly defeated or anything."

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