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Three weeks.
It's been three weeks since we somehow dropped the ball and Tiago vanished on the way to Moonrise and a little over a week since his car was found in the Knox River with a brick on the gas pedal and the guilt became a familiar friend in my gut. I sigh, slumping back into an overstuffed armchair in Estelle's sitting room. My eyes are burning from all the reading we've been doing trying to find a way to track Tiago, because I refuse to believe he isn't alive.
He HAS to be.
She gently places a white mug of what smells like strong peaberry green tea in front of me, stirring her own overlarge mug chock full of sugar as she stretches her neck.
"As far as I can tell, there are no tracking spells for dragons, they're resistant to that particular type of
