James stepped closer, his gaze falling on the Tarot deck spread out between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the edge of another card: , depicted with a tragic, ethereal beauty.

"I'm thinking about what the cards don't say," she replied, finally turning the card over. The illustration showed a warrior—not unlike herself—standing before a rising sun, a massive gold-hued blade held aloft. "They show the glory of the hero, the sharp edge of the steel. They never show the hand that bleeds from holding it."

The London fog clung to the windows of the Institute like a living thing, damp and heavy. Inside, sat at a mahogany table, her fingers tracing the worn edge of a card from the Shadowhunter Tarot deck.

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James stepped closer, his gaze falling on the Tarot deck spread out between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the edge of another card: , depicted with a tragic, ethereal beauty.

"I'm thinking about what the cards don't say," she replied, finally turning the card over. The illustration showed a warrior—not unlike herself—standing before a rising sun, a massive gold-hued blade held aloft. "They show the glory of the hero, the sharp edge of the steel. They never show the hand that bleeds from holding it." Cordelia_tarot_Cordelia.epub

The London fog clung to the windows of the Institute like a living thing, damp and heavy. Inside, sat at a mahogany table, her fingers tracing the worn edge of a card from the Shadowhunter Tarot deck. James stepped closer, his gaze falling on the

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