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The air was heavy with candle smoke and the faint perfume of incense that Amber had lit herself—an act of contrition, of ritual habit.
The others had left. The new council’s echo still clung to the hall: the scrape of chairs, the murmur of disbelief, the scent of ambition.
Aiden stood at the long window, half in shadow, half in the shimmer of moonlight that poured through the glass like melted silver.
He had dismissed them all with that quiet, deliberate tone th ...
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