Celeste didn't speak for a long moment. When she did, her voice had gone very small, like something folded down to fit inside a much smaller space than it needed."It wasn't poison," she said. "I mean — I didn't know it was poison. I want you to believe that, even if you don't believe anything else I say tonight.""Tell me what you did know.""A week before the Gathering, someone came to me." She kept her eyes on her own hands, twisting the ring on her finger round and round. "In the service corridor, near the pantry. It was dark. I'd gone down for water because I couldn't sleep, and they were just — there. Waiting for me, like they knew I'd come.""Who.""I don't know. That's the truth, Wren, I've turned it over a thousand times and I still don't know. A cloak with the hood up. I couldn't see a face." She swallowed. "They knew things about me. About the family. About how frightened I was that the Council would never accept me as the real daughter, not after so many years gone, not wi
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