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Chapter Twelve-1
Chapter Twelve When Eva arrived at Vale’s office, she found Tren waiting. ‘Mr. Warvel,’ she said coolly, wondering what he was doing there. ‘Lady Glostrum.’ He looked up, smiling. ‘What brings you here?’ ‘I was going to ask you the same. Surely you aren’t…?’ ‘Aren’t what?’ ‘Did Lord Angstrun send you? For Vale’s job?’ ‘No,’ he said slowly. ‘I come here every moonrise to admire the view.’ He looked at the cluttered office, covered with Vale’s maps and papers. ‘Oh,’ she said, feeling suddenly very weary. She sat down in Vale’s chair, surveying Tren as he stood near the doorway. Youthful: that was the primary impression she gathered of him. Young, and with an air of optimism that suggested a lack of experience. ‘You’d better be here because you’re his best.’ ‘I am,’ he said. ‘Thank y
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