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... d by the delegation of Pais."
Gabriel blinked once, slowly.
And there he was.
Rafael walked with the kind of stiff, practiced elegance only court tutors could force into a child’s bones. Every line of him screamed preparation: spine straight, chin held just shy of defiant, shoes polished, sleeves tailored to perfection. The Paisian colors were discreet in his lapel, barely more than a thread of garnet and black on ivory silk, and the crest he wore was his father’s, but th ...
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