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... d slightly, and the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves against the dirt path filled the space between them.
Beatrice didn’t mind the silence, not at first. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it wasn’t a peaceful quiet. It was a weighted one.
Francois was thinking about something. She could tell. He had that look, the one where he wasn’t just silent, but calculating.
Johanna was the same. If Beatrice hadn’t been paying attention, she might have assumed ...
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