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Rawlins blinked at me. I grimaced, shook my head at him, and closed my eyes. I shut away the distractions and turned my focus inward. It was easy to imagine an empty place; flat, dark floor illuminated from above by a single light shining without apparent source. I imagined myself standing beneath it.
"Lasciel," my image-self said quietly. "I seek counsel."
She appeared at once, stepping into the circle of light. She wore her most familiar form, the functional white tunic, the tall, lovely figure, but her golden hair now appeared as a waist-length sheet of deep auburn. She bowed deeply and murmured, "I am here, my host."
"You changed your hair," I said.
Her mouth flirted with a smile. "There are too many blondes in your life, my host. I feared I would be lost in the press."
I sighed. "The manacles," I said. "Do you know of them?"


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