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... rang off the stone walls, bouncing across the perfectly trimmed hedges and marble fountains. No one moved to stop it; the sound of amusement was deafening. Arzael’s jaw tightened.
Every laugh felt like a blow to his chest. His small, pale hands clenched into fists so hard that the knuckles turned white. The sharp scent of polished marble mixed with the faint aroma of roses from the gardens, creating a cruelly serene backdrop for the scene.
’Nonsense,’ he thought. ’Damn you... all ...
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