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... of state always were. Rooms that are too big and too well-balanced and where every piece of furniture is positioned to imply comfort but actually enforce distance. Light poured in through high windows, catching on glass and polished stone, on flags and discreet security details positioned just out of the main line of sight.
Caelan of Palatine stood when they entered. A man used the entire room to revolve around him.
"Dax," he said, with the ease of someone who had known him a lon ...
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