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79: The Restricted Signature
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2026-11-02 00:10:36POV: Ronan
Elowyn filed the challenge on Tuesday morning, and by Thursday I had worn a path in the study rug.She had warned me that notice would reach the sealing members within a day. So I spent two days watching the drive, the windows, and every servant who lingered too long in a hallway, waiting for the Council to answer a man who asked questions. Nothing came. I drank tea I didn’t want and listened to the clock.The reply arrived Thursday afternoon in a cream e
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