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... hite Manor, bathing the long table in soft gold. From the open balcony doors drifted the scent of roses, lavender, and the faint hum of the city in the distance. The crystal water pitcher on the table caught the light and refracted it into tiny rainbows across the white linen cloth.
Eira sat at the head of the table — the same seat her late Grandfather had once claimed — and reached for a warm croissant from the silver basket. Its crisp shell flaked under her fingers, revealing a buttery ...
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