Her eyes rolled upwards, and quickly dropped again. A good quarter of them, he estimated, had not bothered with disguise beyond the black masks. A roar like a thunderclap broke the night and a blinding burst of light tore away the dark. Liandrin wanted me, anyway, I know.
There was a faint quaver in her voice. She made a clucking sound as she pushed a battered manuscript aside to set the tray on the table. She shuddered. If they do come.
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