Sea gives cold first, then gives names, then gives back what it took, which is not what I expected sea to give, because stories about sea say sea takes and never gives back.Lena stands in salt water up to her ankles, bare feet white and cold, Theo holding her elbow like she might fall, which she might, because twenty years waiting in sea is a long time to stand."You said it," she whispers to me, looking at me, not at sea, not at wolves, at me, like I am the first person to say her name out loud in twenty years, which maybe I am. "You said Lena.""I said Lena," I say, stepping closer, salt water cold and biting, but Rook is behind me, hands on my waist, ready to pull me back if sea tries to take me, which it will not, because sea is not angry anymore."Lena of Ashen," she repeats, testing it, like Joren tested in arena, like stones tested. "Sister of Lira, aunt of Theo. I— I left city when I was sixteen, because priest said First Law says Luna cannot leave city or sea will take her,
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