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... curled up bonelessly, oozing an air of languor.
Outside, the adulation crying for Hydral continued unabated. Ansel sighed and idly scratched his ear, "Such a racket... Saville."
From a corner of the room, the elegant elder smiled, "I thought you relished such spectacles."
"Occasionally, they're tolerable. But incessantly... that would be unbearable."
The boy, devoid of his earlier wickedness and kingly aura, gazed lazily at the roaring flames in the hearth.
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