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... understand what it was like to watch Caelen Caldrith and Soren Nivarre cross the ballroom that night. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. The chandeliers trembled ever so slightly, as though even flame feared what might follow.
It began, as all tragedies often do, with something deceptively simple, a look.
From across the glittering expanse of fire and gold, the King Consort of Solmire excused himself from his lover’s conversation with a smile too thin, too sharp. His jaw ...
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