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... rden path, where the usual patrols didn’t pass until noon.
She wore black.
A long, fitted coat with silver trim and high collar, tailored to both elegance and movement. Her hair, normally braided tight, fell loose around her shoulders. A single crimson gem hung at her neck—small, understated, but unmistakably Estermont.
She held two sealed parchments in one hand.
Official passes, signed and countersigned.
And she waited.
’Today I have to be sure, I ...
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