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... ar, spiced wine, and freshly baked bread.
Oliver lounged on the velvet sofa, popping a grape into his mouth. Across from him sat Ariana, his timid, bespectacled scribe. Her hands were trembling as she held the ancient, leather-bound book Oliver had handed her.
"Read the passage, Ariana," Oliver commanded, swirling his wine glass. "It’s vital we preserve this... cultural history. The Archmage’s prose is legendary."
"Y-Yes, Sir Oliver," Ariana squeaked, pushing her glasses ...
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