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Author: OG Victor
last update publish date: 2026-11-02 19:07:53

A man shows you what he thinks of you in the first minute. Everything after that is only manners."

Finn's POV

The envoy from the north arrived forty minutes early, which is its own kind of statement.

I had slept six hours. I mention it because it was so unusual that I spent the first part of that morning waiting for the cost. I came down to the long council room with the fire already lit, Rhys at my elbow with the Hartfell folder, and a sense of well-being I did not entirely trust. It sat in my
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