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... f Caer Durell’s high chamber, casting long shadows over the scribes who now worked in rotating shifts, copying every word spoken through the night. Edicts, oaths, declarations—all sealed under watch of the Circle’s surviving seven. Five had signed the decree. Two had withheld. One seat remained empty. Leon had not slept. None of the marchers had. By the outer ramparts, the wind brought news quicker than birds. Villages to the east had gone silent. Tower lights snuffed. Beacons unlit. Fortress Va ...
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