Toliver led Matthew to a door outside a room.
"Mr. Larden, the Governor is waiting for you inside," he announced.
Matthew nodded and stepped forward, heading straight for the room.
As he pushed open the wooden door, a display of glinting weapons greeted him. Each blade reflected a cold, sharp light.
Standing before the array of blades was Orla Lew, clad in light armor. She held a piece of cloth in her hand, meticulously polishing the sword she carried.
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