The pair stood watching each other, still as statues, moments ticking by like hours as the gale howled about them. "You have very good ears, sir." she finally said."You have better feet, Pale Daughter. I heard nothing." "Then how?"The boy offered a dimpled smile. "You stink of cigarillo smoke. Cloves, I think." "That's impossible. I'm upwind from you."The boy glanced at the shadows moving like snakes around his feet."Seems to be raining impossible in these parts.
-Jay Kristoff
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