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Lucian didn't dare move—as if he were a small lamb and the Spymaster was a wolf about to spring at him.
The figure at the forest's edge shimmered and melted into bubbling shadow, and wriggled—like a snake—toward the tree nearest Lucian. Instantly, the leaves fell in a soft pile, all at once. It would have been funny, but the leaf pile was completely gray, like the Spymaster drained it of all life and color.
When the figure became a human shape again, there were a few detai ...
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