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... was silent, save for the flickering torches that cast long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension. The six clan elders sat in a semicircle, their faces veiled in contemplation. Jun stood among them, his hands in the pockets of his suit, his gray messy hair slightly disheveled. Across from him, Escarion leaned back against a pillar, his arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
At the center of the room, a cloaked messenger knelt, his breathing heavy as if he had tr ...
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