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... lds, the pulleys creaking as buckets of soil rose and fell, on the masons trimming stones with careful, measured strikes. Yet his eyes weren’t truly seeing the work as much as he was daydreaming about his other business.
Pontus, meanwhile, was nearly sick with worry. He could feel the weight of that silence pressing down on his shoulders.Had he miscalculated? Had his estimate displeased the prince?
"Is everything... fine, Your Grace?" he ventured at last, his voice betraying the ...
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