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... of polished wood and sun-warmed stone. My footsteps echoed behind Rennon’s calm, steady pace.
When we reached the study — a quiet room lined with high shelves, their spines faded by age — my chest tightened.
It smelled like ink, paper, and dust... and something softer that reminded me of afternoons long ago in my father’s study.
"Sit," Rennon said, gesturing to the chair nearest the window.
I lowered myself carefully, smoothing my dress against my knees. My hacked ...
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