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“That’s Maralen,” Margaret said. “She’s a servant in the palace kitchens.”
Rina looked across the busy tavern to where the young woman sat, her fingers toying with the handle of her mug. “Did she come to you or did you find her?”
“She came to me.”
“How did she know how to find you? How do we know she can be trusted?”
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