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... keep it. Morning light slid down the chandeliers, and puddled on the mosaic spiral at everyone’s feet. Shelves had been rolled out along the walls overnight - tall, fussy things with brass rails and steps that squeaked when you blinked at them. The air smelled like paper that had survived three wars and a very polite dust.
Seven Royal Scholars stood under the central lotus crest.
"Where is Lynea?" Kori asked the ceiling, "And she was talking about us yesterday..."
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