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... , Morgant and King Drakovitch had stood in the shadows, far from the prying eyes of the court. The King had looked weary, his voice a low mutter that carried the weight of centuries.
"From the very beginning... a hundred Dragonborn could end a war against thousands of demigods with barely a scratch. We are the apex. And yet... someone is rotting us from within. A traitor."
Morgant had nodded then, his face a mask of cold duty.
"I sensed something today, Sire. During the m ...
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