The initial piece of information Millie learned about Peter's band was their true names—not stage names or aliases, but the resonant echoes of their former lives. There was Ethan, sharp as a thorn and twice as quick. Sarah, with hands that could heal a cut or pick a lock with equal skill. Will, the quiet one, tracked their prey in the forest as if reading a whispered tale. Little Tess, all fiery determination beneath her tangle of ginger hair. And the rest—Ben, Anya, and Tom, each with eyes th
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