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Her hair hung in a matted black curtain that hid most of her face. The faded blue opera robe—style from the old Republic era—clung damply, scorched at the hems. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood—all gloom and pressure—like cold air that thickened a room.
But she couldn’t rattle Fenric.
He could feel the eyes behind that hair, measuring him. This had to be a first for her: a living human whose skin hardened like iron, whose will didn’t fracture, whose fear refu ...
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