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... press’s quarters, warm and quiet. The world outside hummed with the faint rhythm of palace life—servants murmuring, wind brushing the silk banners—but inside, everything stood still.
Lian An sat by the carved sandalwood table, her tea long gone cold. The ghosts were asleep for once, drifting in lazy coils of mist near the window. The peace felt fragile, almost borrowed.
She should have felt relieved to be home after the long weeks at her father’s estate. Yet her heart sat heavy. ...
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