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his hand - she had proven herself self-reliant long ago, and her older brother rarely stood on ceremony unless they were in public. As for Farris, she attributed his inattention to exhaustion. They had made their best possible speed to reach Blackbriar, and she knew the man must be quite tired. No doubt he'd had little sleep in the dreadful, filthy ruin of an inn they'd stayed at the night before.
They had stopped on a road that passed through a thick, dark wood, whose branches seemed to twine impenetrably together. Though there was just a hint of daylight left, making the sky a dark, richly textured blue, the evening was coming on quickly. The wind rustled the leaves and the night birds sang. Animals skittered in the undergrowth. Tamara felt a deep contentment. It was a beautiful evening. She took a deep breath of the night air and performed a rough approximation of the stretch that her brother had done, her hands behind her back, arms pushing outward.
The sound of hoofbeats startled her.
Tamara frowned and turned to peer ahead of them on the narrow road. Farris had lit a lantern and its light flickered and glowed, illuminating only
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