Sammael had to be dead. Life is a dream—that knows no shade. Are you real? the voice said at last, wonderingly. The Great Serpent encircled her finger with gold.
She curtsied slightly, stiffly inclining her head a fraction. Taking a cup from Daigian, she smiled warmly and murmured thanks. Here, Bair was the equal of any sister. Once that happens, it will be back to the days before the Kin, when a woman running from the Tower might go in any direction.
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