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... a plume of brown dust in its wake. Lucas sat on the hard wooden seat, his back straight, eyes fixed forward with a gleam that was hard to read. Beside him, Silvara remained alert, her fingers occasionally brushing her waist to make sure her dagger was still in place, even though Liona had assured them that the common folk there were eagerly awaiting the depraved man sitting next to her.
As the main gate of Voss Manor came into view on the horizon, a low, restless noise began to reach th ...
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