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... ned us, Grandfather?" asked Connor Arces, as he dipped into a respectful bow before the regal figure seated on the high-backed couch. The old man, now in his eightieth year, bore the weight of time—his back slightly bent, his once-broad shoulders diminished—but his presence still crackled with the quiet authority of a noble who had once commanded armies and nations. His hair, now a crown of pure white, lent him the dignity of a weathered wolf.
Beside Connor, Linnea and young Sandoz follo ...
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