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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

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Khalifa's POV

His name was Soren al-Basri and he had been in the correspondence office for fourteen years before his promotion to senior advisor, which meant he had overlapped with Rafi by seven years and had known about the letter from my mother for most of that time.

He told us this in the store room while Safiya stood by the door and her soldiers took position in the corridor and I sat across from him on an overturned crate. Louis stood close behind my shoulder, closer than the room required
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    Khalifa's POVThe King received us within the hour, which Louis said afterward was itself a kind of answer, because a monarch who wanted to delay uncomfortable truths did not clear his evening for two riders who had come back from the eastern crossing covered in road dust.We stood in the small audience chamber, not the throne room, which Louis said meant this was still being treated as a private matter rather than a state one, at least for now. Rafi and Soren stood a little behind us with the two document cases. Safiya stood by the door, arms folded, watching the room the way she watched everything, for threats first and courtesy second.The King was older than I had expected from the portraits, or perhaps only more tired, grey at the temples in a way that made him look less like the idea of a king and more like a man who had been doing a very hard job for a very long time."Louis tells me you rode into an ambush on the eastern road," the King said, looking at me first, which surpris

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