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... ght, symphonies drifting through charmed instruments, nobles smiling with teeth that hid daggers—but Jesse could feel it beneath it all.
Tension.
It hung like a storm just above the silver-polished plates. Not loud. Not spoken. But palpable.
And it started before the first toast.
The seating arrangements had been subtle—just a few inches lower, a few degrees off-center. The Lorian envoy was not seated at the same tier as the native nobles. They were not placed as ...
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