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High Mistress Jaenell of the Union of Vengeance boarded the express train in Minsk bound for Moscow. After extensive pouring over train timetables, she had reached the conclusion that Brin and her faux blind friend must have gotten on a train headed to that destination. The Dark Sister paid no attention whatsoever to a shawl-wrapped, stooped woman in a babushka who got into the compartment ahead of her.
The traitor had taken care that none of her hair escaped its covering except the two wings at her temples which she'd allowed to fade to sandy beige rather than grey. It was impossible to accurately gauge either height or weight, from that disguise.