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... ugh the gathering, but the undercurrent of unease was palpable. Every noble present had one pressing question circling their minds: What is going on?
Few had the answer, and those who did wore guarded expressions, their thoughts spiraling into memories they dared not share.
Vestian Holdstaffen’s eyes remained fixed on Alex’s back as they ascended to the first floor. His mind, however, drifted far from the opulent chamber. Memories surged, vivid and cold, dragging him two years in ...
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