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... softly as Lyra and Evethra placed the trays down.
Alenia slipped into her seat, smoothing out her somewhat messy hair with the practiced grace of someone used to juggling seventy problems at once.
Selene sat poised, hands folded.
Lyratheia—calm, regal, and curious—took another gentle sip of tea.
Druvarn sat on the sofa, staring blankly into space like a man recovering from a spiritual injury, while Rue patted his head and Rina offered him a grape.
He acce ...
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