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The gates of Veyrhold opened wide with the quiet precision of a house that understood exactly who it was about to receive. Torches were lit along the stone pathway, their flames rising high against the cold night, casting long golden shadows across the courtyard.
Servants stood in perfect formation. Lined up still, heads lowered and waiting at the front. Butler Macrane stood, his posture straight as iron, his gloved hands folded neatly before him.
Beside him ...
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