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... uncomfortable feeling coursing through her veins. What could it be?
"Come in," She called at last despite the doubt gnawing at her, staring at the unopened door through the mirror’s reflection.
It opened and a young boy of no less than nineteen carefully walked in, letting the door close behind him with a gentle push.
Unlike the guards, he wore a plain tunic of coarse, homespun linen, like the color of river clay. It hung straight from his shoulders, belted with a thin st ...
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