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... wind brushing across his bare forearms, the faint scent of ink, parchment, and perfume mingling in the air.
The sunlight fell across the desk, silvering the scattered papers—the guild drafts, sigils, half-finished maps.
Tanya had already come to him earlier. She had told him everything.
Of course she would.
He leaned back in his chair, lips curling faintly at the thought. She belonged to him. In body, in mind, in spirit.
Yes, she might still wear the live ...
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