Keturah thought of herself as an astute judge of character. The motivations and temperament of others were there to see if she only looked, and she could not imagine a time when Sigrid would be unhappy. The older woman, though serious, had a serenity about her that made her company restful even though she barely talked. But that silence just seemed to make the words she did utter weightier. If Keturah was in awe of one person in the Black Kingdom, it was this woman. She was quiet, so Keturah was quiet too. Just being in the presence of her tranquil companion, beneath the sheltered stone of the
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