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... ots and whispered dread.
A man knelt at the foot of the throne, robes torn, face streaked with blood and ash. His voice trembled as he spoke not from fear of the crown, but from the memory of what he had fled.
"They came at dawn," he said. Black banners. No name. No honor. Just fire, steel, and slaughter. My lord they left none but the slow and the silent. My village burns behind me. I beg of you to send help. We are dying.
King Aldric leaned forward, eyes narrowed. The c ...
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