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... warm gold, Elric had already mapped the entire room in his mind: the door creaked slightly at the top hinge, the single window faced east—perfect for morning light—and under the bed was a small chest, dusty, but locked.
Lira returned with food—a bowl of soft, overcooked porridge with dried fruit—and a steaming mug of bitter-smelling herbal tea.
He took a bite and nearly gagged.
"This tastes like sadness," he muttered.
Lira gasped. "It's your favorite, Your Highnes ...
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