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... yond the balcony glass door had, quite rudely, transformed overnight. Cherion stood there, squinting against the harsh Northern sun, clutching a cup of tea that was now just a sad, lukewarm reminder of what it once was.
Below, the Duchy’s usual peace had been replaced with a frenetic energy that could power a small city. Wagons were stacked so high with crates and barrels, they looked like they might just explode if someone sneezed too hard.
"They’re moving like they’ve all got b ...
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