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The maid's return.
In the quietness of the night, Amelia found herself pacing the edges of the planning tent, her mind racing through every piece of their strategy. Weighted by what was to come, she stood firm beside him, Dimitri's calm presence steadying her; his steady gaze scanned the map on the table. "My lord, my Luna." The voice of Talon entered from the entrance of the tent, a slight inclination in his stance respectful. "I have spoken with our most trusted wolves. They're ready to execute each phase of the plan to reclaim DruitGuard.” Dimitri nodded, the flicker of a proud smile barely crossing his face. "Good. We'll need everyone focused if we're going to make this work.” As Talon stepped back, Amelia's gaze fell to the map, her brain seizing on an idea that had sat at the back of her mind sin
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