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... ates, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional melody from a bard who had claimed the corner stage.
Alaric, seated near the window, leaned back in his chair, savoring a warm cup of spiced tea.
Across the table, Iridelle was absorbed in her work, her delicate hands tracing intricate patterns over a fresh set of runes on parchment. Her lips moved soundlessly, likely murmuring arcane calculations to herself.
A courier approached their table, his boots scuffing slightl ...
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