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Kiria
Kiria stared at the map, at the pieces on it, and tried to remember every detail, to make everything as realistic as possible. The edge had been folded accidentally when Daelon carried it from the room in the Amiran Academy into the palace. She added a triangular crease. The trees of Á Quihilmar were a tiny bit smudged from the oil in people’s fingertips. A couple of the colored pieces representing troops had spider fractures through the wood. She smiled. Even the arena hadn’t been this precise. She didn’t need to go to the Tanyuin Academy to practice her Talent in the Unreal. She could smell, just faintly, the wooden table on which the map lay.
That’s it. That’s as close as I can make it. So far.
She traced the route her coronation tour would take through the Kingdom when this
