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... leather seats, the two of us prepared to rise. Since leaving the cemetery with Rebecca, we had exchanged little more than a brief, pleasant conversation.
Beyond the glass windows, the sun of Veytharis shone bright, but the high walls of the palace softened its brilliance, falling over us like a veil.
Rebecca straightened at the edge of her seat, smoothed the shawl in her hands one last time, and looked at me. In her eyes gleamed the cold light of both triumph and trial.
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