Fain's laughing whisper came through the black shadows. His hand drifted to the cloak of its own accord. Tanreall, Artur Paendrag (tahn-REE-ahl, AHR-tuhr PAY-ehn-DRAG): See Hawkwing, Artur. I can't ask you to forgive me, not for this.
The two stables stood close together, with barely room for the pair of them to stand side by side between them. The two women dressed as women were coming up from the longboat, one drawing the other-Domon blinked-by a leash of silvery metal as she climbed aboard. Perrin slouched at the table, studying his hands clasped on the tabletop. Not even the city patrol, so Tema has been told.
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