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... books still open before them, an oil lamp flickering though the stained glass spilled the room with enough autumn light. They wore woolen tunics, warm against the season, but their stillness was colder than the air itself.
Illyria, for all her faults, stopped screaming the moment she saw them. She rushed to their side, arms thrown around them as though she could shield them with her body. Lorraine dragged a chair to the door and sat, the quiet scrape of wood against stone punctuating th ...
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