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... hant homes, lit by floating crystals and perfumed with calming incense, the inner circle of noble candidates gathered over a low obsidian table.
Only the finest had been invited. Velvet drapes silenced the night, and guards — silent, elite, and enchanted — stood outside, ensuring no ears but theirs would hear what passed within.
Leonhart Duskveil, heir to House Duskveil, sat at the head of the table with legs crossed and a goblet of skyfruit wine ...
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