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The Duchy of Notdale cordially invites you to the Selection Ball of the decade, held in request by Marquess Parr Huxley, heir to the duchy.
The grand fete will take place at The Grandeur Plaza on Eden Road, Eyress, on the 19th of Frauwa, Year 517 of the Priestess.
The honor of your presence is requested.
Best Regards,
Duke Lucan Van Huxley of Notdale.
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It was short and formal.
I turned the card around for any missed extended note, but found none. I peered at the signed name at the bottom in strange familiarity. Lucan. Was this the same Lucan who used to court Mama Ruth? No, no way. He was just a merchant, not a duke. It would be much too big of a coincidence.
"Something on your mind?" Sven tapped on my shoulder.
I shook free from my thoughts. "Oh, nothing."
"So are you going?" he asked again.
