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... Council Hall's private antechamber.
Lord Matthian Duskveil stared at the slow swirl of amber in his glass, the silence among his peers louder than any argument. They were waiting for him to change his mind.
He didn't.
"You're making a mistake," Orla Thorne said flatly, her jeweled fingers tapping the rim of her goblet. "A new seat filled by someone who doesn't kneel to the Empire? That's not something we can afford to throw away."
"I haven't thrown anything away, ...
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