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... f pen against parchment — it was chaos. Shouts clashed with curses, voices overlapping in a storm that shook the marble walls of the Northern Parliament Hall.
The air reeked of sweat, perfume, and fear. Candles flickered from the iron chandeliers above, dripping wax onto the polished wooden tables arranged in a half circle. Dozens of nobles sat at their seats — some in military uniform, others in rich velvet coats, their house emblems stitched proudly on their shoulders.
The Parl ...
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