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From his left approached a scurrying figure in red silken robes and cap. Lord Minam, his royal chamberlain, scurried everywhere—as a mouse did. Or as a thief did. Kael admired both thieves and mice. More than any other class of man or animal, they were likely to survive a calamity.
The Midwinter Mail-Order Bride (The Dead Lands, #1; Mail-Order Brides, #4)
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