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... ade their way out into the open courtyard. The stone beneath their boots was cold, still holding onto the night’s breath, as if dawn itself was hesitant to settle here.
Ahead of them stood the castle steward. His back was straight, his posture relaxed to the point of arrogance, rough gray hair barely shifting despite the wind weaving through the open space.
"Tyrant," Enzo muttered under his breath, his eyes lingering on the man longer than necessary.
In this era, age mean ...
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