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... ghtly on one side. The swelling would fade in a day or two. The memory of fists slamming into his jaw would linger far longer.
Let them see it.
He didn't wear his coat. Didn't bother to hide the bruises with magic or salve. The robe over his shoulders hung loose, white linen stained faintly pink where gauze pressed against reopened cuts.
The full chamber echoed with a stifling silence. Elders muttering, eyes flicking his way the moment the doors opened. Some stood. Others ...
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