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... uty made Christopher feel even more trapped.
Every surface glowed faintly under the amber chandelier, its cut-crystal tiers catching the last shimmer of daylight spilling through the arched windows. Beyond them, the capital unfolded like a painted mirage, domes and terraces climbing the cliffs, pale smoke rising in the distance. The room itself was an intricate blend of centuries: brocade cushions in deep crimson and gold, polished brass tea sets on carved tables, and woven rugs that muf ...
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