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... the garrison’s upper wing, each step a measured echo in the hush of late afternoon.
The air here carried the faint tang of polished steel and lingering incense from the morning’s hurried ablutions—remnants of a court that had teetered on the edge of ruin and now pretended at normalcy.
Her fingers twisted the hem of her cloak, a habit born of impatience, as she approached the heavy oak door to Aiden’s temporary quarters. A room befitting a "guest of honor," though the irony twist ...
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