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... y throats and not enough eyes. Sterling slipped through them like a ghost who hadn’t realized he’d died , soundless boots, shoulders brushing the old walls that still smelled of moss and cold smoke. His shadow followed him faithfully, stretching and curling as torchlight flickered in the draft.
Magnolia knew he was out there. She could feel him in her bones the way old wounds sometimes ache before the rain. She sat at the council table long after Beckett stormed off to fortify the east w ...
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