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... For Philia, sitting in the guest wing of the Duke’s fortress, the air was particularly suffocating today. It wasn’t just the cold in the room, it was how ridiculously stupid the information he’d been given was. He’d arrived expecting a certain game, a chess match of status and proximity, only to be told by that walking slab of muscle, Flio, that Cherion wasn’t even within the castle walls.
Subjugation.
The word tasted like ash. Philia paced back and forth across the rug, his step ...
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