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It was the silk flowers.
In summer time, they are practically given away: to seamstresses, to scribes, or perhaps, woven into the hair of a well-known customer. The token of a bargain well-struck.
Xiao claims not to be bothered by them, that adepti are above petty mortal concerns like jealousy.
Perhaps he is right, and you are reading too much into it.
But perhaps, as you are slowly learning, adepti are closer to humans than they’d like to admit.
You decide to test this theory.
"Xiao, if you hate the flowers so much," you say, smiling. "Why not take them off?"
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- Part 3 of Grief, Ruin, Miracle
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23 Sep 2024