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... d through the palace windows like the Goddess herself had decided to mock everyone still nursing emotional hangovers. Birds were chirping. Bells were chiming. Somewhere, a fountain was burbling serenely, possibly the same one Charlie had nearly drowned in last night. Zavier and I sat in the breakfast hall balcony overlooking the gardens, the two of us armed with coffee and sinful amounts of honeyed toast. He was half sprawled in his chair, hair a mess, shirt halfway unbuttoned, and smirking like ...
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