spot spindly shadows dancing across the room as the wind knocked the shutters back and forth. He hated waking this way. His cat, the yellow and white Tobias, pounced on his bed, tail jerking crazily, staring above at the amber feather he’d bought for Mara. It flipped around in the breeze, taunting Tobias torturously. Talis had mounted the feather on a strand of leather tied to a wooden beam that spanned across the ceiling. The cat leapt into the air, trying to swat the feather, but missed it by a few inches. “You little devil.” Talis tried to scoop up Tobias, but the cat darted about the room
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