otrokars who knew the Khanum had invited me to her tea,” I continued. “Me, Her Grace, whom I called directly after I received the invitation, and you.” “The honored innkeeper has no way of knowing I was the only one,” Nuan Sama said. “After all, the honored innkeeper couldn’t even tell her tea was poisoned.” Nice. “When you dropped the poison into the kettle, you felt a puff of wind. Did you not wonder what that puff might have been?” Nuan Sama shook her furry head, the many silver hoops in her ears gently clinking against each other. “I was never there.” “That puff was a dye,” I said. “The
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