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A Glimpse of Book Two
Revised text · 30 September 2026; manuscript SHA-256 1281f5e33a2ebda2bb6811b71dbd0cb915e88fb043b1c2acc53dbd8815b2af3c.
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The argument began over a chair. Kai had carried it into Lantern Hall for the newcomer by the window, who had been standing since she arrived. Before he could set it down, someone at the long table reached for its back. “We need that here.” “She needs somewhere to sit.” “So do we.” There were four people at the table and three chairs. Kai looked from them to the woman by the window. She had heard every word. “I can stand,” she said, and put her coat back on. Mira caught Kai’s eye from the doorway. She was carrying a tray of cups. Neither of her hands was free. Gary emerged from beneath the table, dragging a cushion by one corner. “A chair,” he announced, “with reduced altitude.” One of the people at the table laughed. Another took a bag off the bench along the wall and sat there instead. Kai set the chair by the window. The woman sat, keeping her coat buttoned. Outside, rain began to stipple the courtyard. The hall smelled of wet wool and warm bread. Someone asked about supper. Someone else asked whether it was always this noisy. Then the door opened. The young man on the threshold had walked far enough for mud to dry on his boots and become wet again. He looked at the cups, the bread, the small crowded table. His shoulders lowered. The woman by the window rose. He saw her. For a moment, nobody moved. A drop fell from his sleeve onto the stone. “You said you weren’t coming,” she said. “I wasn’t.” Gary stopped pulling the cushion. Kai crossed to the door. Behind him, the kettle began to sing. The young man swallowed. “Is there somewhere I can stay?”
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