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... tal etched with half-burned runes, their surfaces blackened and cracked where poison had eaten the channels clean. He had traced them again and again, searching for patterns where the lines stuttered and broke, his notes spilling into untidy stacks that even Astana hadn't dared touch.
The noon sun cut through the high windows of the dining room, scattering across polished silver and porcelain. Arik sat between them, his dark curls damp from morning lessons, his fork stubbornly prodding a ...
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