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... legant, narrow, too formal for casual gatherings, and too intimate for full diplomatic sessions. It was the kind of room where history lingered in the tapestries, and silence felt sharpened by legacy.
Lucas entered without knocking. Neither woman looked up at the sound of the door.
Serathine was by the window, a wine glass in hand, her red curls pinned into an artful sweep, emerald earrings catching the light like knives. Cressida sat near the hearth, draped in lilac silk and pea ...
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