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Rael sat back in his chair, the wooden frame creaking under his weight as he took a long drink from the tankard in his hand. Across from him, Raslyn Olysia, now the Sheriff of Assex, leaned against the table, swirling her own drink thoughtfully. They had settled into an easy camaraderie since her arrival, despite the decade of age difference and their differing pasts. They are in the home he shared with his father. He refused to build himself some kind of governors mansion as many suggested. This small house on a hill overlooking Assex is enough for him. “This place,” Raslyn said, glancing out the window at the village below, “has changed so much in such a short time.” Rael smirked. “Yeah, a lot’s changed.” “Not just the place, Rael,” she added, her eyes locking onto his. “You’ve chang
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