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... stood at my balcony in the half-light, watching her party become pinpoints on the road, and wondered how a heart could feel both hollow and overfull. Then the palace rooster crowed horribly off-key, as usual and reality barged back in wearing yesterday’s jam stains.
There would be no heroic dash to the border for me. My battlefield today was parchment, protocol, and the courtiers who made poisoned roses look cuddly.
I reached the Small Council chamber just as Lord Vastrid self-a ...
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