She found Silas in the garden.Not the transformed garden of the blood debt, but the real garden, or what passed for real in the Gothic Castle, overgrown hedges and moss-covered statues and a fountain that flowed with water too clear to be natural. He sat on a stone bench, dressed in simple black, his hair still damp from washing, the scar on his face livid in the morning light.He looked up when she approached. His eyes were silver, human, exhausted."You should be resting," he said. "The Echo Price…""I know what it took," she interrupted, sitting beside him, close enough to feel his heat, far enough to maintain the illusion of safety. "My father's face. I can't... I can't see it clearly anymore. I know I had a father. I know his name starts with…" she stopped, frustrated. "I know facts. But the feeling of him is gone. Like he died years ago instead of being alive, being worried, being someone I should remember."Silas was silent for a long moment. Then "I am sorry.""Are you?"He t
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