"My lady?"I blinked.The courtyard rushed back into focus. Voices overlapped. Footsteps echoed against stone. The stable rhythm of work returned all at once, pulling me sharply out of my thoughts.For a brief moment, I did not recognize where I was. But then, the trade house and shipments slapped me to reality.I inhaled slowly, forcing the lingering weight of my thoughts down where they belonged. "Yes?" I said, turning toward the voice. It was one of the senior handlers, his expression carefully neutral, though there was a faint crease between his brows. "We were waiting for your confirmation, my lady," he said, gesturing toward the row of crates beside him. Right. Work. I stepped forward, grounding myself in the familiar routie as I crouched beside the nearest crate. My fingers moved automatically as I began to check the seal, the latch, the markings burned into the wood. Everything appeared intact and unremarkable. As it should be."Open it," I said. The handler gave a qui
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