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... ed from their outward work, robes dulled at the hems, their motions still crisp, so they would not be discovered as not of the living.
In Radeon’s new stone pavilion, Calyx sat across from him. The Preta’s composure tried to hold, but anxiety kept leaking through the cracks.
A pot of tea steamed between them, untouched. The scent of bitter leaves hung in the air like a question no one wanted to answer first.
"Lord Radeon," Calyx said, "may I ask whether my efforts met wit ...
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