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The sealskin we’d been sent to retrieve had been neatly folded off to one side, presumably by the night-haunts themselves. It had seemed like an odd courtesy, but they loved the Luidaeg in their strange, windborne way. Maybe they’d been trying to honor her long-dead child as they took care of their latest meal.
The Unkindest Tide (October Daye, #13)
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