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... question, ’Where’s Crisaius?’ still hung in the air, unanswered.
Lia’s fingers twisted around the hem of her sleeve. Argon’s eyes stayed fixed on the fading sunlight through the window. Both looked like they’d rather fight a dragon than continue that conversation.
Before Raven could press further, a wild, unhinged laugh rolled through the castle halls.
It wasn’t the kind of laughter that came from joy.
It was the kind that made furniture consider retirement.
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