Chapter 24 Weight Of Absence

By the third week, the city had decided Adrian was a genius.

Athalia heard it first from the baker on the Terrace of Lamps, a red faced man who knew her only as a veiled lady with a maid, and who shouted it over his own ovens. "Long live Prince Adrian! The sensible one!"

"Sensible," Lira repeated ...

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