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... eastern balcony. The cool night air brushed against his skin, carrying the lingering scent of damp earth.
Behind him, the heavy timber doors of his quarters remained firmly shut, Zeyra’s intoxicating presence and her desperate, aggressive proposition completely excised from his mind.
He had no time to dwell on the possessive obsessions of a Flame Core warrior, nor the intricate, suffocating web of tribal politics. He had literal wars to prepare for, and two starving Sovereign spi ...
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