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... to dry, carrying the crisp bite of approaching cold. Summer’s fiery reign was ending; autumn was on the cusp.
A soft knock.
"My Lord. Are you awake?"
"I am."
"Breakfast is served."
Since the Imperial decree and his investiture as Viscount, Ian’s position had solidified. Day-to-day life remained largely unchanged, yet he felt the subtle *weight* of his new authority.
The title, for instance. "My Lord."
*Amusing.* He’d held far grander titles ...
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