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... she were a decorative gargoyle installed purely to monitor the progress of redemption and, by extension, the proximity of traitors to annoyingly cheerful human heroes.
The morning was blindingly bright, the kind of optimistic sunshine she resented on principle, and the castle courtyard teemed with life and restoration.
Hammers struck, voices sang, magic flickered except, notably, for the figure at the center of it all, laboring without a scrap of spellwork, sweat darkening her co ...
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