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| 348d021 | Where are we going?" Arin stared out the carriage window at the trees of the Garden District, their bare branches slim and violet in the dusk. Kestrel fidgeted with her skirts. "Arin. You know that we are going to Irex's party." "Yes," he said shortly, but didn't tear his gaze away from the passing trees. Better he look at them than at her. The velvet dress was a deep red, the skirts deliberately crushed in a pattern highlighted by golden .. | Marie Rutkoski |