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... e, the stone walls carrying the bite of the mountain air. Trafalgar’s footsteps echoed softly as he followed the directions Seradra had given him. His hand brushed the rough surface of the wall. At the end of the hall, a modest oak door stood slightly ajar, light spilling faintly through the crack.
He pushed it open.
The room was simple—no banners, no finery, just a hearth smoldering with low fire. On a worn rug near the flames sat two small figures, identical in every way. The t ...
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