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ra's poultices and my new, strange healing factor ha

nal scarring that

velope in my hands. It was crumpled, stained with rive

y of Architect

arship

y the Silver

o. For Emilio. For a dream that tu

epping onto the porch. He handed me a mug of ho

ing up. You need teachers. You need the kind of protecti

thumb over the seal. "They are the oldes

ara added, hopping up to sit

il

st, right where the Bond used to be. But the a

e pack's excitement through the lingering shreds of our connect

ly wit

lothes that smelled of pine and sawd

I gripped the railing until the wood

"A pilot who runs supplies to the European territor

shrouded in mist. I had poured my sweat and blood into that

thrown me awa

y voice steady, the tremor gone.

d Mara. "Thank you.

grunted, looking away to hi

t was light, empty of my too

hat would take me to the ai

ing the words down the bond one la

ngdom. I hope