I saw a poem on Tumblr the other day, and as I read over this portion of it again today, with Queen's Thief very much on my mind (as usual), I thought of The Queen of Attolia:
Please: take my wavering shadow, wrap it around your
knuckles, tuck in its end with your scarred, nimble thumb.
Wind it into your warm palm and cast it out behind us,
next to
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