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a laugh, moonglittering, a dare in her face. it was a singular skill, one plied not with the body as before, but centered. illustrious. she wished the heavens to beam down upon his face and for this peace to have no disturbance, applying all of her focus in this one regard. silvertongue considered herself skilled, irreplaceable; she sought to prove it now and at length came away with that same shimmer and mischevious dazzle.