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... the sharpness in her gaze, the dark expression that conveyed more than words ever could. He straightened up instantly, his grin faltering, and forced himself to sit still. It felt like laughter was hanging on the edge of his lips, ready to burst out at any moment, but he swallowed it down. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mozrael, her posture slightly hunched, her head lowered even further. Her hair covered her face, hiding it completely, and Aramith could guess, though he couldn’t see, that h ...
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