[ krile hands off the photograph to her, and alisaie takes it readily, though carefully, as if it will shatter into a thousand unrecoverable pieces should she handle it too roughly.
but the image remains, of course, and alisaie cannot help the way her throat tightens up to look upon it, her fingertips gliding lightly over the surface of the photograph, tracing the familiar lines of sharlayan architecture. ]
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but the image remains, of course, and alisaie cannot help the way her throat tightens up to look upon it, her fingertips gliding lightly over the surface of the photograph, tracing the familiar lines of sharlayan architecture. ]