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... ’t stayed for long, Deimos was much safer when they were here.
Carriages were loaded one by one, horses fed and checked. Armor was polished, straps tightened, and crates were sealed.
Duke Grandal stood near the central carriage, reviewing final preparations with his officers. Gone was last night’s festival warmth; the Duke was once again the stern patriarch of Grandal territory, every movement decisive, every word carrying the weight of command.
Amelia was among the last ...
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