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... ely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
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I stood up too fast. The chair scraped against the floor loud enough to make me wince.
Through the window, past the gardens and the training yard where Lucius was probably showing off his swordwork right now, I could see the old wing. Crumbling towers against a grey sky. They looked like broken teeth.
The Leone estate had been built over centuries. Every generation added something. A new hall. An extra ...
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