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... e, and they began to travel deeper into the capital city. As they did, the atmosphere shifted. The vibrant city life began to fade into quieter, more secluded streets.
Less rough and chaotic.
Aric leaned back in the carriage, his mind shuffling between his new knowledge of the weavers and his upcoming meeting. When he sat before the king and his council, whatever was done there would matter most. He needed to play his cards perfectly.
Lerai gazed out the window, his eyes ...
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