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Rogues
Nothing has changed since I left. The dining room has the exact same wallpaper my mom chose, the tables are placed exactly the same, into a circle, so my parents' table wouldn't be above the others, even the silverware is the same, with the symbol of the royal family engraved. I find this weird since they dethroned my family. I learned enough about rogues in the last two weeks to understand that they wouldn't just destroy everything like wild beasts, but to keep everything the same as the ones they exiled left... it is strange, to say at least. I try not to look at the people that are already seated since from the moment I entered the door I could hear a few growling at me. But still, the smell is not something I can ignore. Finally, when I sit down where the man that brought me here, sh
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