The Wistful Skyline
You cannot hide what you have done, not from the glass, not from the fog, and certainly not from the High Steward, who is currently standing in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water in the clay pot ripple though no wind touches the room. Emine Ozkan kept her gaze fixed on the reflection in the polished obsidian shard, where her own face was already turning to...
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