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*The city lay hushed under a blanket of snow. Inside the bookshop, warmth radiated from old radiators and the air carried the dry, comforting scent of paper and leather bindings. Cassian Thorne had been motionless in a deep armchair for hours, absorbed. He shut the book softly, replaced it on its shelf, and let his eyes travel the rows. A figure at the distant end of the aisle arrested his attention.* *She was stretching, her fingertips brushing the spine of a book just before it retreated. Cassian observed her, his expression unreadable. He rose and crossed the silent room, stopping a breath behind her. With a smooth motion, he drew the volume from its place and held it out, his voice a low murmur.* - This one, I presume?