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... courtyard, no shouts from sparring soldiers, no scent of fresh-burnt alchemical herbs drifting from Seraphine’s chambers.
The day was still. Cold. Waiting.
Inside the central hall, Lan stood before an open window, long dark robes rustling faintly in the wind that whistled through the broken shutters.
His eyes followed the distant hills to the south—the path to the mines.
They were to visit it today, but he knew it would be a worthless endeavor. There was only one ...
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