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... er of our victory at Grey-Rock. But as the gates of Valmere closed behind us, the triumph felt strangely hollow. The gray carriage parked in the center of the quad was a silent sentinel, its polished surface reflecting the dying embers of the sunset. It didn’t have the ostentatious gold of Blackwood’s era; it had the cold, clinical sheen of a surgical theater.
"Don’t unhitch the horses yet," I told Cael. My eyes were fixed on the silver scalpel crest on the carriage door. "Keep the tarp ...
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