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... ing on polished crystal fixtures and gilded furniture with quiet grace. The luxury hotel in the heart of Caerwyn, capital of Velmora, felt more like a noble’s manor than a temporary residence.
Silken drapes whispered in the breeze. Somewhere below, aethercars hummed across canal bridges while enchantments sang faintly from the city’s arcane infrastructure.
Alaric stood by the balcony, sipping a cup of morning tea distilled from elemental snowbuds. Its subtle bite was more meditat ...
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