[Even as she was held in a vice grip, Jeyne's mind raced quickly, trying to think of ways to pull free. She hadn't been yanked from her world, been reunited with her husband (in a sense) for it all to be taken away like this. She wasn't about to be cowed, not by this thing.]
Maggy. [She lied, using the name of her great grandmother.] My name is Maggy.
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Maggy. [She lied, using the name of her great grandmother.] My name is Maggy.