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... walk to the Glass Pavilion. Which is ironic, because I could feel my knees clicking like poorly-tuned castanets with every step. The dawn air smelled of dew-damp roses and fresh panic; inside my chest, hope rattled against fear like dice in a gambler’s cup.
Velka strode at my side, quiet but unflinching. Her palm clasped mine cool, steady, a silent mantra of you’ve got this. Behind us came our unlikely entourage: Elira, brisk as a sword stroke; Mara, bouncing on her toes as though she e ...
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