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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.

"Perhaps," James said softly, "the cards only show us the truths we are already too afraid to speak aloud." Cordelia_tarot_Cordelia.epub

Cordelia didn't look up. James Herondale moved with the quiet grace of a shadow, his presence a constant, low-thrumming ache in her chest. The London fog clung to the windows of