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... light in the room. At the table sat five people. Darius was peering at a stack of papers before him, his hair looked flat as though he had not taken the time to comb through it. On his right sat Elder Evelyn, who was deep in conversation with an older man with thick glasses who she had come to know as Elder Julian.

At the far end of the room, Elder Iris and Livia stood over to the side, laughing about what Serena assumed was a joke. Serena pushed the door closed and the wind helped her ...

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