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... ormation.
Gone were the shadows, the butter-slicked floors, and the sense of impending doom. The curtains were thrown open, letting the sunlight stream onto the velvet rugs. The torn books had been replaced.
And in the corner, where Lady Ellia used to plot the demise of her tutors, a desk had been set up for Grand Duke Bastion.
He was sitting there now, reviewing military logistics reports while occasionally glancing up to check on his daughter. He looked tired—rebuilding ...
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