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... moment, there were crowds, colours, and clamour. The vibrant hum of the market had died, eerily so. The noble ladies with parasols, the gossiping barons and their powdered escorts, the flower girls and musicians—they were gone.
Not fled.
Gone.
Riven stood very still, his fingers tightening around the wrapped bundle of perfume bottles in his hand. The silence pressed in, broken only by the distant flutter of a fabric banner.
"Troy," he said softly.
"I see i ...
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