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... wo raps. Short and firm.
"Come in."
Rianor opened the door. Inside, Lucian was already seated behind his desk. The room—with its familiar aroma of teak wood, ink, and parchment—felt like a return to normalcy. The massive desk was cluttered with documents, the large window overlooked the city, and the mana-electric lamps cast a warm, steady glow.
"It feels like only yesterday," Rianor murmured softly.
Lucian gazed at his second son. The face—the same one he had ...
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