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... me face.
He propped an arm on the table to support his chin. Looking up at Syryn through eyes at half-mast, Magnus smiled but it did not reach his eyes.
"Make me a cup of tea Syryn."
Syryn nodded and moved mechanically, finding Alka's loose leaves in a porcelain jar. He set the kettle to boil and all the while felt Magnus' attention on him. Syryn hated the pregnant silence that was brimming with questions and words that wanted to be said.
Neither of the boys had s ...
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