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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.

There's a fire in the hearth, and Dunash looks over at Simon. Firelight illuminates; it also brings shadows and planes into prominence.

Five years is a long time.

Dunash looks over at Simon and says, "The feeds have been quiet, lately."