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... tering against the tall windows until the glass looked like it was weeping. Ilaria walked without direction, the hem of her gown whispering against the marble floor while Melyn trailed a step behind with her hands folded neatly before her.
The scent of wet earth and lavender drifted faintly through the open arches, carried by the breeze. Somewhere far below, the rain pooled over the courtyards and roofs like melted glass. The two women had been circling the same corridor for nearly ten m ...
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