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Chapter 393: Golden Sugarcanes
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... the lazy creak of oiled carriage wheels. Each sound was a lullaby to Asher's senses, a slow cadence that accompanied his thoughts as he reclined into the velvet-lined couch.
The interior of the carriage whispered wealth and war-earned authority. Dark mahogany panels shimmered with faint runes—wards of protection and silence—while gold filigree curled along the trim like ivy. Embroidered across the ceiling in silver thread was the sigil of House Ashbourne: a white wolf howling against th ...
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