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A tense silence crawled by, until I gathered myself and broke it. "You're restless too?"}} | A tense silence crawled by, until I gathered myself and broke it. "You're restless too?"}} | ||
{{ | {{Book Page|She turned her head the barest degree toward mine. I still couldn't see her eyes. "Always," she replied, and I could hear the wry smirk in her voice. | ||
"Does your father know you walk the orchard of a night?" I asked her. | "Does your father know you walk the orchard of a night?" I asked her. | ||
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"Already too candid." She kicked off the tree and landed gracefully with a flurry of her skirts. "I must take my leave."}} | "Already too candid." She kicked off the tree and landed gracefully with a flurry of her skirts. "I must take my leave."}} | ||
{{ | {{Book Page|"Wait!" My muscles clenched as she paused, considering. I pressed on. "Answer me this, at least: why apple farmers?" | ||
She laughed, the beautiful tinkling crystal blade of her voice slicing my heart to ribbons. The last thing I heard before my faint consciousness surrendered its grasp on my mind was her trailing reply, receding with distance. | She laughed, the beautiful tinkling crystal blade of her voice slicing my heart to ribbons. The last thing I heard before my faint consciousness surrendered its grasp on my mind was her trailing reply, receding with distance. | ||