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Chapter 33

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Dalton’s POV

By the time I step through the palace doors, the night has softened into a quiet hush, but my mind has not.

The scent reaches me first.

Roasted venison glazed in herbs. Buttered roots. Fresh bread brushed with honey. It wraps around me with warmth that feels almost foreign after a day of tension and strategy.

Home.

Dallas inhales deeply within me, calmer for the first time since the priestess’ warning.

Food, he mutters with faint approval.

I remove my cloak slowly, handing it to a
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