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... ndows of the Guest Pavilion. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, meant to soothe, but it did little for my nerves. My boots clicked against the polished stone floor as I approached Faidon’s chambers, the weight of my purpose pressing heavily on my chest.
I pushed open the door without knocking. Faidon was propped up on the bed, his usually commanding presence diminished by the pallor of his skin. His neck wound was tightly bandaged, and his breath came slow but steady. Besid ...
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