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Chapter 90: The Crescent on His Hand

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Rennick arrived at the morning gathering with Priya beside him, the specific quiet confidence of a man who had spent the night finally sleeping without the weight of a secret pressing against every hour of it, and I watched him settle into the discussion with an ease I hadn't seen from him since we'd met.

"Describe him," Jasper said, once Milo had repeated his account for Rennick's benefit. "Every detail you can recall, however small it seemed at the time."

Rennick considered the question with
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