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The Ghost shouts my name again, from closer by than I expect. I turn as he steps into view on the other side of the room. Beside him are three of the sea Folk, watching me with pale eyes. It takes me a moment to put the image together, to realize the Ghost is not restrained nor even menaced. To realize this is a betrayal.
The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)
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