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... ul drapes of regal sway and purple linens of the best imported silks, from far Florentine and cold Ashtapur made the ovate chamber into a mirror of Hellenic grace. The tall white pillars bathed in the light of hanging sconces.
"Still smells so good," Cora said, walking in gently in company of Aya and Ravenna. The Empress and her Lady took the sofas immediately, dropping with sighs to the lovely banquettes. Cora trailed to the west ends of the room. She opened her senses to the perfume of ...
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