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... eping up toward his ears. The breeze off the balcony cooled his skin, the food was warm and simple, and every mouthful helped push the tremor out of his hands. The taste of herbs and citrus replaced the bitter ghost of bad coffee. For a while he just ate, breathing with the rhythm of the wind and the faint clatter of silverware.
The thought that he was sitting inside a gilded cage never left him completely, it was there at the edges of his mind like a splint, but the view helped dull it. ...
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