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... reeked of deception. It was a thick, cloying scent that seemed to stick to the back of the throat until you couldn’t taste anything else. But for a younger Cherion, it was the smell of home, or at least the closest thing a boy of his standing could claim within the sprawling, white-marble labyrinth of the Royal Palace.
He was running. He shouldn’t have been, nobles didn’t run, they moved with a measured, effortless elegance, but Cherion had never quite mastered the art of being bored. Hi ...
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