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... f chill that snuck under the edges of cloaks and reminded people to head inside after sunset.
Luneth Silverleaf didn’t.
She stood near the edge of the high outer terrace, one boot planted on the railing, arms folded, braid pulled tight over her shoulder like a silver ribbon against her coat.
She wasn’t brooding. Not exactly.
She was thinking.
Which, for her, usually looked the same.
’He should’ve told me more.’
She hated guessing. Hated wai ...
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