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... its own weight. Dew clung to the grass in fine beads, and the air was sharp enough to wake the skin. Beyond the eastern walls of the castle lay an expanse of flat stone ringed by trees whose branches still held the hush of night. The place felt half-forgotten, yet purposeful, as though it had been waiting for this very hour.
Anneliese drew her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she followed Vincenzo and stepped onto the stones. Her breath rose faint in the cold, her pulse quick beneat ...
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