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... ough the great green plains outside the city of Yarzat. Out here, in the quiet embrace of the open land, there was only the sound of shuffling boots, the occasional snap of a twig underfoot, and the gentle slosh of golden liquid against lips
Sir Robert—no, Lord Robert now—clutched the bottle of court-issued cider with a white-knuckled grip.
The finest vintage, they had called it, gifted in honor of his elevation.
A castle of his own, sprawling lands, villages teeming with ...
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