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6″The chamber smelled faintly of wax and iron, the flicker of torchlight dancing across walls stacked high with ledgers, scrolls, and locked coffers. At the center, bent over a table strewn with parchment, sat a woman draped not in silks, but in the plain dignity of diligence. Her fingers traced numbers as if they were incantations, her gaze sharp enough to pierce the worth of a gem at a glance I heard about your reputation, good enough to attract the king attention, but I'm not buying it
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