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no, he wasn’t crying. it was the cold weather nipping on his nose and cheeks and now his face was full on ruddy, his eyes rimmed with what looked like tears, but they were not tears. or that’s what he wanted kaz and everyone else to believe. clutched on his chest was a letter. sealed with the red laurel. unopened. “did you want something?” he said meekly, voice hoarse, watery gaze on the floor.










