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... a stop.
The driver opened the door with practiced grace and bowed slightly.
"We have reached the destination, sir."
Jax stretched lazily. "And where exactly were you told to drop us?"
The driver pointed toward a slightly larger house at the end of the cobblestone path.
Traditional elven architecture.
Wooden beams carved with intricate patterns. A garden that looked like it cost more than most people’s lives.
"That is the residence of the v ...
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