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... rustling through the corridor banners. Lucien stood alone in the war chamber, the map from earlier still open on the table. But his eyes weren’t on the territory markings; he was tracing his memory, retracing each detail of Liora’s expression.
She had flinched when he asked if she was hiding something.
Lucien wasn’t a man given to superstition, but he believed in patterns. And Liora’s pattern was shifting.
Rowan entered quietly, glancing at the map.
"You’re still ...
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