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... quiet splash of a fountain, the occasional footstep on stone tiles—everything sounded as if the world had exhaled. As if even the air had settled for a moment to listen.
Sylphia walked slowly behind the long gown of Veynessa, who, as always, seemed to glide more than walk. Their strolls never had a defined destination, and yet Veynessa never allowed a single path to be chosen at random.
“So...” Sylphia began, seemingly offhanded, but with a tightness in her voice that revealed ho ...
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