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... rm marbled ceiling, each crystal shard catching threads of dusk like whispered promises. Serathine sat on the chaise near the arched window, a small tray of untouched figs beside her, one hand poised over the silk-creased armrest while the other thumbed through messages on her tablet with the precision of someone accustomed to removing thorns without flinching.
Two messages. One from Dax. One from Trevor. Neither dressed in ceremony.
Dax’s was brief—an update about Jason Luna and ...
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