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The light in the guild hall was the color of old blood, slanting through the high windows at an angle that made the dust look like suspended gold. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the room, his hands trembling not from the cold that bit through his wool tunic, but from a primal, instinctual need to protect his younger sister, Elara, who had just been named the Lady of the Manor by the cruel...
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