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... Close to the City Gate
Lucy Hartwell stood silently, her body held steady under a tattered cloth umbrella. Her black hair was done up, face lightly painted—elegant, serene, and misplaced among stone and dust. In the proper light, she might be confused with a noblewoman from a painting.
Her younger brother stood beside her, fidgeting from one foot to another.
"Lucy, it’s half an hour. What if he’s not coming? Did he forget?"
Nathan Hartwell, seventeen, agitated an ...
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