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Its old table was scarred with old knife marks and map pins, its banners heavy with age. Voices overlapped with practiced impatience as Aya entered - low, urgent tones that faltered just a breath when they noticed her.
Not silence. Just a shift.
Relief from some. Discomfort from others. Calculation from the rest.
She did not pause at the threshold as Killan guided her inside, his hand still on her lower back. Her guards, Masa and Bela, following behind. Aya ...
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