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... pan on her lap like it was a crystal ball.
"Okay," she whispered to herself. "Channel your inner Meryl Streep. Sad thoughts. Think of burnt soufflés. Think of student loans. Think of the time you dropped a whole pot of stock five minutes before service."
The heavy obsidian doors groaned open.
Syris glided in.
He looked... radiant. His pale skin was glowing, his posture was upright, and there was a subtle, self-satisfied spring in his step that looked entirely out ...
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