Chapter 41
Author: Emily Smith
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The Supreme Leader asked at ten forty three, after the second hot chocolate was finished and young Cael had answered seventeen questions from Petra and Tomas with the patient, precise thoroughness of someone who had been alone with complicated information for four hundred years and was finding that giving it to people who could use it was satisfying in a way that holding it alone had not been.

He did not ask loudly. He did not ask in a way that redirected the conversation or announced itself. H
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