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... one started knocking like the building was on fire.
He groaned, dragging the blanket over his head. The sheets still smelled faintly like spice and heat from the call that should not have happened. He’d told himself it was nothing. Just Dax being Dax. The king probably called all his subordinates at ungodly hours from the bathtub while discussing near-assassinations and child marriages. Totally normal behavior. Entirely professional.
The knocking came again, sharper this time. ...
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