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Chapter 14: The Man Who Did Not Bow
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2026-10-28 08:35:26The apology was demanded on a Tuesday.
It was a small tidy thing, a procedure Hobb delighted in above all else. The Honourable Julian Tavish, it seemed, had departed the Orangery on the night of the fourteenth with a stain upon his sleeve. A drop of wine. A small matter. But the Honourable Julian was the son of a Lord of the Treasury and it was perfectly clear to all that someone had been negligent and that the some
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