I stood again and went to the basin, splashing cold water over my face, letting it drip from my jaw onto the front of my tunic. My reflection stared back from the darkened mirror—too tired, too pale, too uncertain.Then I sat at the desk, letter before me, unopened still. I rested both hands flat on
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