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“Your mind will serve you better than any trinket under the suns,� she’d said. “It is a weapon, Mia. And like any weapon, you need practice to be any good at wielding it.� “But mother—� “No, Mia Corvere. Beauty you’re born with, but brains you earn.�
“Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing. Be nothing.� “Why would I want to do that?� The old man crushed out his cigarillo on the boards between them. His smile made her smile in return. “Because then you can do anything.�
