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I turned from the stunned council and walked back to the high chair. His chair. Each step echoed louder than the last, a steady beat in the drumroll of this unravelling farce. My rage no longer flared; it simmered. Controlled. Focused. I sat down again, slow and deliberate, letting the chair creak beneath me as I leaned back like a monarch on judgment day.
The chamber felt colder now and then I heard it— The boots. The metal. The shift i ...
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