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Ruarc
He had been running this territory for three hundred years and he had never been this aware of another person in it.
It was not simply proximity — he had spent three hundred years in close proximity to wolves, to humans, to traders and emissaries and Brehon judges and wandering poets, to the full range of people who moved through the Cúige Faoladh and required his attention. Proximity was a fact of leadership. He had never found it particularly difficult.
This was something else.
He was aware of Liadan Ní Fáelán the way he was aware of the Cloch Bán — through the particular resonance of a thing whose presence had changed the territory's ambient frequency, so that every other sound registered against it, every other sound was contextualized by it. He knew where she was in the f
