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Interlude
The tinkling of broken glass broke the sudden silence as warmed apple cider splashed onto the hem of a stunned Lydia's evening gown. "MY HUSBAND IS WHERE!?" Kyne flinched under the queen's furious glare and did an ungainly sort of shuffle while contemplating whether or not she could flee through the open window. But she hesitated a second too long: "AND YOU WENT ALONG WITH THAT!?"
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Leaving what's left to the winds of the mountain
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