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Kiria
Atty, for one, was thrilled. “I won’t be alone!” he cried.
What an odd thing to say.
“You were never alone,” Kiria replied. Atty did always act as though he were alone, or somehow on the outside. Yet he technically had more say than anybody, Cúron excepted. She loved Atty, but sometimes his victim attitude got under her skin. “Cúron and my mother were always there, and Jori sometimes, and all the Amir. And you’re friends with Daelon, right?”
They were sitting in the dining room where they only sat for more formal occasions. Candles hung in the chandelier above the long wooden table that was clearly meant for hosting large parties. Stretching on like a garden row, a refulgent bouquet of blue and purple lilies bloomed along the center. Official announcements and arrangements of
