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... ns. Not drums of procession or warning. Strings, in light melody.
Light, quick notes dancing on the wind, threaded with flutes and the steady rhythm of hand-beaten percussion. The castle doors stood wide beneath banners of gold and ivory, silk catching the afternoon sun until the entire facade seemed molten.
Flowers lined the entire space.
Aya slowed her pace instinctively.
Bason moved closer to her, his heavy frame brushing against her boot as though he, too, sen ...
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