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- “See that you do,” Mab said. “Now. I would have a dance. Sir Knight?”
- I blinked, but didn’t hesitate for more than an instant or three. “Um. My arm seems to be an obstacle.”
- Mab smiled and laid a hand upon my shoulder. My arm popped back into its socket with a silver shock of sensation, and the pain dwindled to almost nothing. I rolled my shoulder, testing it. If it wasn’t exactly comfortable, it seemed to work well enough.
- Cold Days Chapter 7, Page 62
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