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... eir engraved surfaces gleaming faintly in the torchlight.
Osiris Lawless stepped inside with the heavy gait of a man who thought he could do no wrong.
His red cloak trailed behind him like spilled blood on the white stone floor.
The hall was almost empty, except for two men. The King of Camelot, Cillian, seated upon his high throne with a face that looked like it had been carved of cold marble, and High Magus Edric, standing silently at the king’s right.
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