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It's midmorning, December 26th. The day after Christmas. Known in some times and places as the Feast of Stephen.
Dressed again in her travel-stained Vor gown, Cordelia lingers awkwardly in the Davies living room. It's a strange leavetaking: she has nothing to pack, and almost nobody to say goodbye to.
Will should be here shortly.
Dressed again in her travel-stained Vor gown, Cordelia lingers awkwardly in the Davies living room. It's a strange leavetaking: she has nothing to pack, and almost nobody to say goodbye to.
Will should be here shortly.