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... urtyards in bright shades of gold. The air was warm and smelled of pine and baking bread from the lower city. It was the kind of morning that made people glad to be alive. Kairos Vedaryan did not feel glad, he felt like he had been dragged behind a galloping horse for ten miles.
He sat on the edge of his wooden bed, staring blankly at the floor. Asteria lay across his knees. He had spent the night awake, rubbing a rough cloth over the silver blade until his fingers cramped. Every time he ...
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