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... ds expertly gripping a tray of cooled tea to pass as a lowborn kitchen girl. The outer rooms were quiet, too quiet. No stewards barking orders. No noble voices echoing through the wooden corridors.
She turned the corner.
Ahead, two guards leaned against a doorway, laughing over dice. Marin bent her head, brushing by with the ease of someone often ignored. Servants were invisible, after all.
In her apron pocket, the stolen copy of Verden’s trade dealings burned like a hot ...
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