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... ltering through the tall windows bathed the dark wood in amber-gold, and the staff, efficient as ever, had left a small tray: croissants, clover honey, and a soft-boiled egg in a delicate glass cup. But he’d barely touched it.
Serathine had left early—an appointment with one of the maritime lords. Something about trade ports and taxation alignment. She had kissed his cheek lightly before leaving and told him not to read anything upsetting until after breakfast.
He had ignored tha ...
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