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... , to the knight standing cheerfully at my side, then down to the unconscious girl draped naked over his shoulder like a grotesque shawl.
His eyes lingered there a fraction too long, narrowing ever so slightly, as though trying to make sense of a riddle he didn’t particularly want the answer to. His jaw worked once, but no words came. His expression was a perfect still lake—flat, unreadable, calm enough to make me nervous about what storms might be hiding underneath.
Then he spoke ...
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