[ pepper recounts the same memory of her and her sister in her yard, a young clary running around without a care in the world. it’s brief though, the incessant beeping of the machine snapping her back to the hospital room. she blinks the fog from her mind and gives her a smile. ] Jocelyn is my sister. [ she reveals with a bit more confidence. ] That makes me your aunt. I knew these looked familiar. You were always the little artist.
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