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... n the Royal Institution now, but before he left, he had given Ilyon one specific task.
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The courier's posture was impeccable, with a measured gait of someone trained in the art of perfect etiquette as he walked through the halls.
In his gloved hands were ten letters, each bearing the royal seal pressed into dark red wax. Ilyon's expression was stoic, his demeanor disciplined, showing pride in his duty.
As he approached the main gate, two Knightguards ...
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