He’s used to the ache of his missing sword, but a new one joins it now. When he was in Chicago, it was easy to pretend that he didn’t miss his family, that he didn’t love them; it was easy to focus on what they were instead of who they were to him. But now he watches the youngest cousin, André, in the kitchen, spots on his cheeks, stirring up sour cream; now he watches Kazik wiping down chairs from the storage shed to get the cobwebs off; now he sees Joanna nudging Marzena with her shoulder as they line up the tables, and he remembers. He remembers that Knights, like the creatures they hunt,
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