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... in raw, the oils clinging faintly to me as the maids wrapped me in a dark robe. I felt like a vessel being prepared, not a man with choices. My chest was still tight, my mind a storm.
"Come." One of the maids said softly, not unkind but firm. Their hands guided me once again, this time through another corridor, the scent of incense growing richer the further we went.
At the end of the hall, heavy doors opened to a dining chamber lit by golden light, the long table laid with more ...
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