`Leave us, he commanded, his voice resonating with authority as the soldiers retreated. Turning to me, his gaze softened, though his demeanor remained composed. “I know you and your family are innocent,” he said, his voice a low murmur as he stepped closer. “But these are dangerous times. You must lay low.” He reached for a robe, offering it to me along with a pass. “This will ensure your safety.” His fingers brushed mine, a fleeting warmth in the cold room. “Sanza…” His voice trailed.
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