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... oble district, Eleanor Calvin leaned back on the soft chair behind the sandalwood screen, gently swirling the wine glass in her hand.
The amber Imperial pear wine reflected shimmering waves in the crystal glass, illuminating indifferent brows and eyes.
She was listening to someone quietly discuss the Northern Territory.
"Is it true that the young Lord from the Calvin Clan has gone to the Burial Gorge?"
"Did he personally lead the troops, or did he send the Knight ...
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