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He swept the red cloak around Inej’s shoulders in a rain of petals and blossoms as she continued to strap on her knives. She looked almost as startled as the flower seller.”What?” he asked as he tossed her a Mister Crimson mask that matched his own.”Those were my mother’s favorite flower.””Good to know Van Eck didn’t cure you of sentiment.””Nice to be back, Kaz.””Good to have you back, Wraith.
