He folds his hands inside his sleeves and turns toward the door, putting his back to her. “Your arrogance, Miss Rainier, knows no bounds. The council is to blame, for their barbaric decision to allow the dead to be cut apart and sewn back together instead of resting peacefully. One faithless Sentinel did nothing but leave us without someone who could quiet the ghosts.”
The Book of the New Moon Door
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