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What the jouncing, jarring ride was doing to Ianira Cassondra, folded up like last week's laundry and nestled inside an enormous steamer trunk, Je
Noah had been the one to close and latch the lid.
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She'd wanted to call in a doctor, to look at the nasty bruise and swelling along Ianira's brow where the Prophetess had struck her head on the concrete floor. But risking even a doctor's visit, where questions would be asked, meant risking Ianira's life, as well as risking her whole family. And Noah and Je
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Carl should've been the one playing "Be
But they wouldn't be staying in the Piccadilly Hotel for long, not with the probability that they'd been followed through the Brita
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The driver started hauling trunks and cases off the luggage shelf at the back of the carriage while Je
"Careful with that!" It came out far more sharply than she'd meant it to, sharp and raggedly frightened. So she gulped and tried to explain her entirely-too-forceful concern. "It has valuable equipment inside. Photographic equipment."
"Beggin' your pardon, sir," the uniformed bellman huffed, gingerly setting down his end, "no wonder it's so heavy, cameras are big things, and all those glass plates and suchlike."
"Yes, well, I don't want anything in that trunk damaged."
The Time Tours driver gave Je
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