"Enter..." The single word slid beyond the bronze doors.
The doors parted. Lester stepped beneath the vaulted ceiling, the flames in the wall sconces bowing as though greeting their sovereign.
Drystan crooked a finger.
Lester tossed the gleaming short blade through the gloom.
Drystan caught it, he stared at the short blade, not wanting to let it go.
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