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... at pressed against the skin like frost. Thick curtains dimmed the morning light, casting long, grieving shadows across the stone walls. At the center of the great hall, beneath the painted crest of the Trévér lineage, a long table stood—on it, the cold body of Roman Trévér lay, cloaked in black velvet.
The mourners had gathered uncles, cousins, distant aunts, and silent-eyed grandparents—all dressed in ceremonial black. Their faces bore a strange mixture of sorrow and calculation. Some w ...
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