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... Sylvia lowered herself once more into the large velvet-lined chair. The pale blue torches fixed along the walls of her study flickered faintly, their shadows dancing against cold stone. She pulled the thin mantle tighter over her shoulders and exhaled slowly.
Lately, vigilance has become her very breath. Every report, every movement of the Church’s ships, every subtle tremor from the gate to the underworld each demanded her constant attention. Even the black chains drifting around her bo ...
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