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Chapter 49 — Two Cups Poured
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2026-09-07 07:23:45
Lady LovelockTwo cups poured, and he has been sitting there since noon working out how to start. The thing Elara cannot get round: if Rowan wanted her dead she has been dead since Tuesday. He has had her alone in six rooms this week. He gave her the method she used to walk straight toward him. Also, quietly, the line I am proudest of in this chapter belongs to Cassian: "We are going north, and I am going to be no use to you at all when we get there, and I would like you to know that in advance rather than discover it." Next chapter he talks. Do you want him guilty or do you want him forgiven? Comment, because I genuinely have not decided how much mercy this book has in it.
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