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... disappoint me more, she found new ways to surprise me. I had to at least recognize her talent for deceit and surprise.
Worse, I’d seen the looks of recognition on my guards’ faces. The Nightflowers had likely been briefed on Iztacoatl’s hunt and its consequences; I suspected that a few of them even participated in it. Mother had been near the top of my captors’ list of enemies and her description was widely shared.
“Oh divine Godspeaker,” Patli whispered in my ear like a demon o ...
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