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Chapter 230: The Breaking Tide
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... to his left, his gaze falling upon a newly delivered wooden box resting on his table. It was lacquered but not polished to a deep gloss, its surface smooth yet understated. His movement caught the ladies' attention. They recognized it as the type of box used to store medicine or an alchemist's delicate glass vials.
With practiced ease, he unlatched it and carefully slid out a small shelf, setting it on the table before them.
"Ladies," he said, turning back to his audience with a ...
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