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... lls, winding through groves of pale-barked trees and open stretches of grass that shimmered under the afternoon light. The procession moved with practiced discipline - orderly, efficient, and deceptively calm.
From a distance, it looked like peace.
Up close, it was something else.
Eir rode within the formation, positioned among the Southern delegation where she could observe without drawing attention. She kept her posture relaxed, her reins loose in her hands, her express ...
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