As Asclepius headed out of the counting house, Erato was waiting on a corner, her golden curls tucked up under a tattered cap, her pretty face smudged with soot. Her costume hung loosely on her, and she hunched over a wooden crutch, looking even tinier than usual.
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Date: 2011-12-27 10:21 am (UTC)"Father!" she called out as he passed by.