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The dagger rests like a paperweight on the case folder lying on Garrett’s desk. Recharged and gleaming in the warm, amber light of the study, the dagger seems completely normal. Maybe it’s a little darker after all that anchoring; Tad can’t tell. He has eyes only for Emily, and what he sees worries him.
Exhaustion. Darkness clings to her. Resignation.
And of course, fear. About what he’s told her, about the cases in the folder.
But there’s something else, too. She won’t let him in, even after everything he went through yesterday without her by his side.
While she slept, recovering from the Cast, Tad took an hour’s run to charge up his Sight, and then went dipping in and out of time. Hunting down each suicide in a single day, he didn’t have the luxury to align his C
