Wirr exhaled in relief. “Thank you, Kara. I owe you,” he said sincerely. Then he leaned forward in his seat. “How is your father?” Karaliene looked sick. “What have you heard?” “That he’s been ranting against the Gifted. That it doesn’t seem like he will be willing to change the Tenets, no matter the cost.” Wirr frowned. “It doesn’t sound like him.” Karaliene sighed. “It’s not,” she said, pain evident in her voice. “He’s…sick, I think. I can’t explain it. One moment he’ll be fine—almost normal—and then the next he’ll fly into a rage. He’s always tired, and paranoid about everything and
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