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... of the wind whipping against the high windows. The smell of burning parchment and fresh ink hung in the air. Ester stood at her desk, her hands clasped behind her, her face serious. Elizabeth, on the other hand, slumped in her chair, her gaze lost in the papers spread out before her.
"Caelam and Garrick..." she murmured, without looking up. "I already knew they wouldn’t last long. But I didn’t think they’d fall so soon."
Her tone wasn’t cold—it was exhausted. There was a strange ...
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