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... he imperial palace’s eastern wing, gilding every surface in pale gold, though no one inside the office seemed particularly inclined to admire the view.
Caelan sat behind the wide blackwood desk, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his signature pen stilling mid-signature as the door clicked open. The silence in the room was not idle; it was the type carved out by efficiency and too many years of ruling by precision rather than sentiment.
Sirius leaned against the far wall, arms cross ...
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