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With a clenched jaw, D bowed again, turned, and limped from the room. Her father drew her nearer, and they watched D’s muscled legs take him, haltingly, down the shadowed corridor. “And see if you can get any more information from him,” her father murmured, eyes narrowed. She sighed, suddenly mournful. “I don’t know why you think I’d be able to. He can’t stand me. Haven’t you noticed? He can barely even look at me.” Her father looked pleased by that and also inexplicably amused. She understood the pleasure; it was, after all, forbidden for the two of them to be together. He was not of her caste and so there was no chance for them, and that’s how it had always been, forever. She’d resigned herself to it. But the amusement? What could it mean? Still smiling, her father said, “Yes. There’
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