“You don’t think Adriana wielded the quill, do you?” Envy straightened from where he’d been leaning against the railing, brows raised as he looked at me, then Sloth. “She is a writer.” Sloth was silent for a few moments, his gaze turning inward. That he didn’t immediately call us both idiots set me further on edge. Eventually, he lifted a shoulder. “It’s possible. Maybe you did something that made her want to forget. If she did use the quill, she might not be aware.” “Wouldn’t she know if she had the quill?” Greed asked. “Or the journal or parchment?” “Not necessarily.” Envy’s expression
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