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... e head of the obsidian table, her fingers curled tightly around the edges. Maps sprawled before her, soaked in red ink and annotations from the last battle. Her council surrounded her with what was left of it. Evelyn stood to her right, arms folded, eyes unreadable. Lucien Vale stood across from her, watching the daughter he had both saved and doomed with a face carved from stone.
"We lost half the Blackwatch in the northern front," General Carrow reported, voice hoarse. "The perfected P ...
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