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... Mansion.
The hearth burned quietly, the room filled with the scent of pine resin and wine.
Duke Edmund lounged on the high-backed chair, fiddling with the silver knife on the table. The fire lacquer seal on the envelope was a familiar sun pattern, the crest of Red Tide Territory.
He hummed lowly, a smile tugging at his lips: "That boy finally wrote a letter... Could it be about the wedding?"
He tore open the envelope, unfolded the paper, and began to read.
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