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... fully dissipated, casting shadowy reflections on the windowsill of the Kite Tower residence.
Eleanor Calvin sat quietly before the mirror, allowing her maid to comb her hair, her ceremonial dress layered and neat, with the gold buttons under the blue satin perfectly aligned.
Her gaze settled on the thin pages of intelligence reports spread open at the corner of the dressing table, and with a light blink, she recited the seventeen secret reports delivered the previous night back t ...
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