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... . And way more stylish than I cared to admit.
Black pants made from sturdy fabric. A white linen shirt with a modest collar. A dark gray vest that looked like it had walked out of a tailor’s shop for aspiring spies. And, of course, a short cloak with a bronze feather-shaped clasp — definitely Thalia’s touch. She had taste. The problem was: she knew it.
"It’ll fit you," she’d said earlier, dropping the bundle like someone who had no intention of arguing.
"And if it doesn’t ...
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