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Chapter 322 - Mounting alliances
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... the otherwise silent dining hall of Freybrook mansion, the faint aroma of ink mingling with the lingering scent of freshly baked bread and tea.
Scarlett sat at the head of the long table, a meticulously arranged plate of half-eaten poached eggs, bread, and soup before her. To her right loomed a tall, chaotic-yet-ordered stack of parchment — letters from nobles and merchants, correspondence from the Rising Isle and other important factions, along with a sizable number of the reports and ...
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