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... the long window and the map-table that held the city like a patient. The sealed horn sat in its velvet sleeve near the door, mute by decree. The floor smelled faintly of wax and old paper. The room always sounded smaller than it was.
Aelthrin stood at the long side already, spine straight, hands folded as if he were keeping two thoughts from escaping. His eyes had that calm hinge look he used when rooms needed balance. Three runners waited by the threshold with their leather satchels and ...
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