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... , costly truces had been brokered and the air was filled with the perfumed tension of old enemies forced to share wine at Ethan’s father’s table. Yet, as dusk stretched long purple fingers across Starfall’s ancient stonework, Ethan’s mind drifted far from ostensible peace.
He stood in the study, a room of lacquered bamboo and meticulous calligraphy, waiting as a slow chorus of cicadas rose from the gardens outside. It was the kind of evening that reminded him of childhood, of watching fi ...
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