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... hall.
A crystal sphere the size of a carriage wheel hovered above the polished table, its depths roiling with images of war.
Beyond the magic’s shimmer, the courtyard of Dawnhaven’s Castle appeared, the barrier still unbroken, the bombardments still hammering it without end.
Lord Seravant, draped in peacock silks, leaned forward with an amused sneer.
"Two months, and he hasn’t so much as scratched the shell. If Valerius were my heir, I’d have recalled him by now. ...
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