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Night fell over the imperial palace like a slowly held breath. The corridors were quieter than usual. Even the guards’ footsteps sounded softer, as if the palace itself sensed that something unseen was approaching.
I stood near the balcony of my chamber, watching the city lights shimmer beneath the dark sky.
Haldor was behind me.
Close.
Not touching, but close enough that I could feel his warmth.
"Do you believe in premonitions?" I asked quietly. ...
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