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... ent in waves. Lady Seraphyne had departed at mid-day. Night had barely settled its velvet cloak across the camp before another visitor came, as if fate itself had scheduled an unbroken chain of reckonings for him.
The tent was wide, shadowed by heavy drapes and maps strung across walls. The great table in the center was littered with scrolls, bone-carved miniatures and inked lines marking supply routes and choke points. On the western edge of the Ilvaran map, new strokes of crimson ink t ...
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