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Chapter 79 Sinking While Standing

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*Pendwick*

There were worse places to be standing by the time court dismissed—a lightning strike, say, that burnt him to a crisp. Or perhaps under a falling chandelier, the crystal shards slicing him into ribbons. But next to his grandfather while the last of the nobles trickled out after Lord Mykhol’s little performance?

That might be the closest runner-up.

Pendwick stood near one of the great arched windows flanking the throne room’s marble columns. The frozen winds beyond the stained glass breathed cold against his back, seeping through the fine wool of his court jacket like icy fingers tracing his spine. But it was the heat building beside him that made sweat bead beneath his collar, salt-sharp and cloying against his throat. Sir Celbest, his grandfather, radiated silent fury—a furnace of rage that seemed to scorch the very air between them. Pendwick knew better than to acknowledge it.

He kept his shoulders back until they ached, the muscle between his shoulder blades burning as
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