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... ike anyone had slept in it in years. There was a desk filled with various documents and a pen and parchment. It had a thin layer of dust over it.
Kiyora was given a fresh change of clothes. They were drab, gray, and practical, like everything else in this city. Arraxia leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Oddly enough, Kiyora felt at ease with this situation, too at ease. It didn't feel natural. It was like how it felt to be near Alchar ...
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