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... arvest and the distant promise of frost. The estate thrummed with purpose, yet beneath the steady routines, tension was thick as old syrup. Ethan sensed it in the way councilors spoke, the quick glances exchanged as they passed, the way servants lingered in doorways just a moment longer to catch stray snatches of rumor.
Each day brought new challenges—the Phoenix merchant’s caravan, robbed and left smoldering on the northern road; Ironwood councilors erupting in arguments sharp enough to ...
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