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[walk_ins]

Ksenya is in the process of showing Kaylee the house, which leaves Dunash and Simon in the library, with a glass of wine and an armchair apiece. Outside, snow falls -- approaching ten centimeters of it, Dunash thinks, and more before morning

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[simon_doctor]

"Have they? I don't follow the feeds all that closely, I'm afraid."

[walk_ins]

"They have," Dunash says. "They seem to have nothing to report."

His eyebrows are raised, very slightly.

[simon_doctor]

"I don't think I've been involved in anything that ought to have made the newsfeeds lately," says Simon thoughtfully. "Aside from the gossip columns, which seem to have mercifully lost interest. Or possibly just lost track."

[walk_ins]

A moment's silence but for the fire, and then Dunash says, thoughtfully, "I hope you will not take this the wrong way, because it is certainly not meant in an offensive manner." Beat. "You seem to have a gift for disappearing."