Anara"His name was Eran," Liora said, and then immediately pressed her lips together and moved the vase she had been dusting to a different location on the shelf for no reason that had anything to do with dusting."Liora," I said."You should ask Kaelen," she said."I'm asking you.""I know you are," she said. "And I'm telling you that I know enough to know it's not mine to tell." She picked up her cloth. "Ask Kaelen."I looked at the portrait.The man in it was younger than Kaelen, mid to late thirties in the portrait's estimation, with the same basic architecture of face and body that clearly came from the same origin point. Tall, broad-shouldered, the jaw similar though the arrangement of the eyes was different. He was not smiling. Pack portraits did not permit smiling. But there was something in the set of his mouth that suggested he had been amused by something in the minutes before the portrait was taken and was working with only moderate success to conceal it.I found Kaelen i
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