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... e of the silk-upholstered couches under Dar’s colorful pavilion, her sense of smell almost overstimulated by the rich spices his chefs used to cook their master’s favorite dishes. A young woman of Dar’s species, with craggy, stonelike skin, and wearing bright, flowing robes, sat in the corner, gently strumming a harp. Perhaps her job was to reduce the tension in the air, but it didn’t work—not for Arona at least. As she sank into the soft seat, she pressed a finger against her temple, trying to ...
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