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Chapter Seventy-Three—Later

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Zara's P.O.V

The compound went quiet at the tenth hour.

I had been counting it without meaning to — the gradual recession of sound as the day finished itself, the shift change at the outer gate, the last voices from the main hall, the specific silence that settled when a place had stopped performing wakefulness and simply rested. I lay on the bed in my chamber with my mother's letter on my chest, the blade on the bedside table and the ceiling above me doing nothing useful and I waited for the q
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