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The Knives of Nicholas Trigenza
Sandy's body shook as the bow was laughter. I instinctively thrust out a hand to push her away, but as I touched her face, she remained still and instead my hand sank into it like softened candle wax. She stood up, pressed her fingers to her face and calmly squeezed it back into shape. It didn't look exactly the same as before, though there was no mistaking the voice that came from her lips. She turned to Agnists and nodded her approval. And somehow I had been listening. I knew what to do. Nicholas Trigenza was the one that I chose. He'd just bought a house. When he spoke to me, he had hope in his