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80. Morrison

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(Maxine)

Every word of it was true. That was the unbearable part. I had done all of it. I'd done it for Theo, for love, for the only family I have left, and not one syllable of that was in the record, because the record doesn't hold reasons. It holds dates. And the dates made me a predator.

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    (Maxine)Morrison had stopped pretending to read."Maxine." He had the flat recording-case open in front of him, the one we'd carried out of the vault, the impression Eveline had sealed of the night Cassian died. We'd seen it once already as a vision and it had cut off before the worst of it. He'd spent two days since learning to read it as a mage reads a wound, slowly, from the inside. "I need you to come look at this. And I need you to understand that I'm not guessing."I went. I didn't want to. But I went."You saw the wound," he said. "We both did. The gash in his side, him bleeding out on this floor with Eveline's hands on it. Blood everywhere, a vampire in the room. That's the whole case, if anyone ever bothered to look. Draw the obvious conclusion and go

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