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He grinned at her gracious acceptance of his compliment, and his eye caught on a little carving of a boat. His youngest brother would have gotten a kick out of that… but he was gone. It was something Kestrel had been trying very hard not to think about since he had washed ashore on the Raiders beach. It wasn’t something he could dwell on. The past couldn’t be changed.

“That’s right!” he agreed, letting the conversation catch him away again. “A sailor without a boat, since I accidently sank my last one.” It was a storm, actually, but he wasn’t going to get into that.




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