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... i awoke to the smell of roasted meat, cinnamon glaze, and imminent emotional collapse.
He was seated at a long dining table, candles flickering, a full banquet laid out. He glanced around with dread.
To his left sat Emilia, prim and radiant, daintily adjusting her napkin. To his right, Rosette, smiling with the calm intensity of a sniper polishing her rifle. Across the table, Drakana sat with her wings folded like a smug peacock, licking her lips at the steak—or maybe at Rei. Ser ...
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