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“Thank you for agreeing to this interview,” Shae said as the man known as Miolar slid into the seat across from her. She’d procured a table in an alcove, tipping the proprietor as she had done on many previous occasions.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Miolar said, offering a polite nod of his head as he removed his hat. “I’ve only read a small fraction of your work, but I found it most fascinating.”
She smiled at the compliment. The server approached, and they gave their orders. Miolar selected a fruit infusion, not something Shae would have associated with the districts but somehow in keeping with the man’s overall character.
He appeared old, his face lined with experience and wisdom, but his eyes sparkled, and there had been no sign of exertion when he’d sat. His attire wa
