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Chapter 113 - 107: Me and the Flying Bird
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... ront of the snow-draped Duval Castle, where the drifts glittered crystalline in the light.
Guards stood in neat formation before the castle gate, their breath pluming white in the frigid morning air.
Princess Margaret and Archbishop John, flanked by a retinue of attendants, walked slowly out of the main gate. Murphy, dressed in formal baronial attire, was there to personally see them off.
"We have been quite the imposition these past few days, Baron Silvin," Archbishop Jo ...
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