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... me, the banquet was in full swing. Men and women dressed in opulent finery mingled together. A violinist played a measured tune from the corner, and servants carrying silver platters of meat, cheese, and fruit paced the room at regular intervals.

Lord Blackthorne and Dacon stood at the head of the room, making conversation with the city’s upper echelon. The third servant of the night swept up the steps to offer me one of many vintages of wine.

I politely declined.

“Is the ...

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