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I find Lincoln in the study, which is an oak room lined with leather-bound books. Every so often, the many tall shelves are separated by a single floor-length mirror. Comfy club chairs and round tables dot the floor. It’s a classic thrax space, really. If it has a ton of secret passageways and silencer spells, it could be just like Arx Hall, our main palace.
Lincoln stands in the chamber’s center, his arms braced onto a round wooden table that’s piled high with white envelopes. A few medieval parchments lay rolled off to the side. My throat tightens with anger. I know exactly who sent all those white envelopes. Ethan.
What a creep.
Lincoln still wears his jeans and nothing else, which is great to see. Most thrax stay “medieval traditional” even when they’re hanging at home. However,
