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... gingerly accepted back a strange, new, and fragrantly complicated reality.
The ashen pall of Mount Saede still clung to cloaks and boots, but the air inside the great citadel now swirled with a far more potent and confusing aroma: garlic, roasting meat, rosemary, and the soul-deep scent of a king’s claim.
The promise had been made to three hungry pups in a hellscape. Cecilia Araceli, a woman of her word, was now fulfilling it in the fortress’s cavernous, fire-lit kitchens. Giant ...
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