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... elow the horizon. The festival lights were starting to twinkle in the distance.
As they left the market square, walking hand in hand back to where the carriage waited, Marissa saw a figure standing in the shadows.
It was Ian.
He stood stiffly by the carriage door, his hand resting nervously on the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t relaxed like the other drivers or footmen. He looked like a soldier on guard duty in enemy territory.
Marissa frowned. She felt a prickle of ...
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