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"sorry. i need to be available in case zakariya or nazli need me." their parentage was never discussed but surely gucci had seen them around. 

the sound of his tag was somehow reassuring. her office as it were was a small and near-sterile space, kept pointedly organized. she motioned the noble in and away from the door.

tavina riffled through a stack of pelts. she rearranged herbs on a shelf. "gucci, ah — do you know who the saints are?"