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... the steam-pipe was the only sound in the sudden silence that followed Vane’s revelation. Mara stood by the crystallized crate, her small hands trembling as she clutched the edges of her threadbare cloak. The fear in her eyes was no longer the vague, confused anxiety of a child who didn’t understand her own body. It was the sharp, crystalline terror of someone who had just realized she was being watched by wolves.
Vane took a single step forward. He kept his movements slow, his hands open ...
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