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Chapter 86: The Iron Swan
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... , NO!" Giselle shouted, pacing the room with bird-like strides. "Open, snap, flutter! Not ’open, wave, drop’! You look like a pigeon trying to take off! Grace, child! Grace!"
Ellia was holding a lace fan. She looked miserable.
"This is stupid," Ellia groaned. "Why can’t I just say ’I am annoyed’? Why do I have to snap the fan shut?"
"Because," Giselle lectured, expanding her arm-feathers for emphasis, "in Court, words are dangerous. A snap of a fan can declare war. A flut ...
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