[The cards return to Mrs. Fitcher by way of the space under her pillow. It smells like her, ergo it is hers, ergo the cards should be safely hidden beneath it, where no one will see and take them. They are tied together with a thin string, a flat, drying elfroot leaf tucked in on top.
Exactly one card, the Song of Mercy, has received a new mark on its back, tiny and precise.]
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Exactly one card, the Song of Mercy, has received a new mark on its back, tiny and precise.]