Many different people roamed around the lake. Some — bold or desperate, Dorian couldn’t tell — even waded into the shallow ends, picking up the floating blooms. Some spoke to them, though that was rare. Most people looked solemn. “This is nonsense,” Sable sighed next to him. For once, her voice didn’t sound rehearsed. Dorian personally thought it made little difference when she sounded so displeased instead. In their time together, he’d gotten used to her, and he could sa...