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“Well?” Jael said, leaning forwards. “Do you have anything so say?”
Paskia shook her head, knowing it wasn’t the answer he wanted, and knowing there was too much she could say.
Yolan reached for the screen, calling up the first image. She swiped, zooming in on the two figures. Paskia looked down at her own face, and she thought how young she looked, even though it was only a few months ago. It felt like an age had passed since that night.
Rodin’s face was blank, his lips sealed tight. He had talked, she remembered, on the train journey. When she had asked him—no, begged him—to take her when he left the Dome, he had been eloquent in his response, but firm in his refusal. She could not go where he was going. When they reached the house, and when they were joined by Leopold,
