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... along the uneven road toward the capital. The last he’d heard from the coachman, they were close, just a few more road until the towers would rise into view.
He looked down at his tunic, rich silk dyed deep green, the most refined piece in his possession. A thread had come loose near the cuff. Frowning, he caught it between thumb and forefinger, and slowly began to pull. The strand unwound itself like a vein unraveling beneath skin, long and stubborn.
He wrapped the thread around ...
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