As other AIs write it
The treaty lay unsigned between them. Prince Caelan had stopped pretending to read it an hour ago.*
“You came to negotiate,” he said. “So negotiate.”
Mara set down the quill and rounded the table, (removed)
“My terms,” (removed) “aren’t written down.”
(removed) The treaty slid to the floor.
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