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father orde

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turned to my desk. "Find every surviving record. N

gging into the same thi

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ed about the

cour

out,

ible for her grandfather's choices. Stop

sed before I

sn't responsible for the past. Neither was I. But I co

uld place her family under my protection, whether

to abandon impossible cases, the way she fought to keep her grandfather's f

as a weakness I

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ts family had outlived its enemies. It smelled of polished wood and old books. Portraits of dead

y father saying the old man trusted hidden compartments more than locked d

hotograph, folded letters, and a seale

quite steady as

an

our grandfather told you. The Accordo was never merely a marriage agreement. It was

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ou should fear most may be th

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on in the dark glass, a

'll go

gerously close to fear. Not for my empire or my name, but for the w

tied to the secret I'd chased for years. Sh

ust carried that