States of Resemblance — 4. Kyra

In which Kyra takes matters into her own hands.

The moment Kassandra returned, Kyra knew their plan had failed.

"What happened?" she asked.

Kassandra held the sackcloth-wrapped Sphere in her palm and whipped the covering free in disgust. "Nothing but visions," she said, as the cloth fluttered and came to a forlorn rest on the floor of the guest chamber she and Kyra shared in Alkibiades's villa.

"Visions? What kind?"

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