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... maid whispered, stepping back so the light could take its turn at admiring. The red bell–sleeved gown lay on Lian An like a poem that had finally found the right reader—silver cloudwork at the collar, a quiet blaze along the hems, and a fall of silk that moved as if it remembered the river.
Lian An drew one breath to test its weight, another to steady her heart. The bronze mirror returned a woman she knew and did not know: the same spine that had endured the ancestral hall, yet cloaked ...
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