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‘Isn’t it wonderful, how words and paper can embroil us so? We are witnessing a miracle, dear heart.’
Paige.’ His voice was a grey shadow of itself. ‘It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long.’ Something stirred inside me. ‘You can never want too much. That’s how they silence us,’ I said. ‘They told us we were lucky to be in the penal colony instead of the æther. Lucky to be murdered with NiteKind, not the noose. Lucky to be alive, even if we weren’t free. They told us to stop wanting more than what they gave us, because what they gave us was more than we deserved.’ I picked up my jacket. ‘You’re not a prisoner any more, Arcturus.’
Darling, I would sooner be caught waltzing with Didion Waite than dressed from head to toe in orange’).

