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... elf down into the wide-backed sofa that had been prepared for him. The silk cushions sighed beneath his weight, perfumed with orange blossoms and the faint musk of incense.
Before him lay a table draped in purple cloth, a color rare and costly enough to make any merchant sweat. Upon it sat a silver platter of tangerines, their skin glistening with dew, a bowl of pomegranates split open like wounded hearts, and a goblet filled with wine the color of old blood.
For a moment he coul ...
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