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The day of the opening was like a trial in an old play. The Hall of Ties smelled of candles and sea salt. Vero set the chest on the table, hands steady as if holding a child's heart. The seals were broken in layers: Coalition wax first, then the Assembly knot, then the Harbormaster's ribbon. When the lid opened, the scene inside was anticlimactic—bits of cloth, a small sealed cylinder, a folded letter. Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...
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