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... stood at the threshold, his footsteps sounding suspiciously loud on the polished floor, like a drumbeat in a tomb. He’d half-expected to see Zarius at the head of the table, perhaps nursing a cup of tea and looking vaguely murderous at the morning light. Instead, there was just a spread of bread, salted meats, and silence.
"Where is the Duke?" Cherion asked, not bothering to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He glanced over his shoulder at Soren, who was standing respectful, yet ...
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