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... t in the last of the summer light, gilding the table’s polished surface with a warm glow. At the far end sat Sahir in his silver mantle, flanked by two deputy ministers, quietly discussing something in clipped tones. Serathine was already reclined in her seat like a social general surveying the terrain, while Cressida sat with perfect posture, fork poised mid-air like a weapon. Several members of the inner circle wore deep violet, each of them turning subtly as the doors opened.
Silence ...
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