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Part One: Tuile – True Spring
The first day of Tuile dawned bright and clear. A breeze, lightly scented with roses and a hint of coming Laire drifted through the library where two dark heads bent over scraps of parchment. Quills raced over the page until the errant breeze rustled the curtains, then one slowed and finally stilled. A head raised, peeked surreptitiously out the window. Fierce whispers broke the silence.
"But Erestor..."
"Will never know if we're back before our lesson ends."
Two identical grins bloomed over matching faces and they slipped out the window, across the gardens and away.
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The first day of Tuile dawned bright and clear. A breeze, lightly scented with roses and a hint of coming Laire drifted through the library where two dark heads bent over scraps of parchment. Quills raced over the page until the errant breeze rustled the curtains, then one slowed and finally stilled. A head raised, peeked surreptitiously out the window. Fierce whispers broke the silence.
"But Erestor..."
"Will never know if we're back before our lesson ends."
Two identical grins bloomed over matching faces and they slipped out the window, across the gardens and away.
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