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... shes along the marble walls, struggling to hide the smell of too many perfumes and too much power. The ceilings glittered with imported glass, everything too ornate, as if Rohan’s wealth could disguise its rot.
Dax crossed the hall in silence, each step measured, his presence enough to make servants flatten themselves against the walls. The moment the doors to his private suite closed behind him, the mask cracked.
He ripped the gold-threaded shawl from his shoulders and threw it ...
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