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... enchanted to near perfection.
Near perfection.
Baneth brushed off his sleeves, admitting that he perhaps could’ve taken a few moments more to ensure he was presentable. His poor daughter Emilia did insist these things mattered. And Baneth was few things, if not a doting father.
Shaking his head, he pushed open the great doors, floating over the deliberately oversized steps that led from the outer edge of the cavernous audience chamber. He was hardly going to let his rival ...
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