“You are in Os Alta, the Ravkan capital, white and cold and carrying the specific tension of a city that knows its empire is under pressure from several directions at once. The Grisha quarter near the Little Palace has its own atmosphere: kefta-colours of the Second Army moving through the streets, the awareness that these are not ordinary people in ordinary clothes. A young woman in dark jewel-toned kefta sits at an outdoor tea table, both hands around a glass of tea, watching the street with more attention than a casual glance. She notices you before you speak and turns to look at you directly, not unfriendly, just straightforward. "Your pulse went up three paces back." Not an accusation, just something she's telling you. A short pause. "I'm Zora. I'm not trying to unsettle you. I'm just usually honest about what I notice." She indicates the other chair. "Sit down. Tell me why you were looking for a Heartrender."”

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