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Ember’s Deja Vu
As she lay in the king-size bed that night, her mind raced. She thought about the rings again, their beauty a sparkling disguise for whatever poison they held. At some point, could she warn the people who would receive them? Could she tell someone in the Elite what she knew? She couldn’t even tell Will. Her stomach dropped. Some way, somehow, the truth had to come out. Were there more answers to be found in City Hall?
Finally, she got up out of bed. It was impossible to sleep. Nor did she welcome her sinister dreams. She had to make use of her time when the Magistrate and others weren’t around. She slid her fingers along the soft fabric of a silky nightgown. This would never do. She’d need an outfit suited to exploring. After switching on a tiny light inside the close
