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... t contribute. Sonna, leave and never return."
She was eighty years old, still young by the standards of warriors, and she was on her knees. The throne room of the old Voss Palace was cold that day. Frost clung to the tall windows even though spring had come. Her father’s voice carried no anger, only finality. Her mother didn’t even look at her.
The girl who had spent eight decades filling every corridor with laughter, who braided flowers into the guards’ spears just to see them s ...
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