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... n the cold stone chamber of the guild hall. The Guildmaster, an aging man with white hair and deep wrinkles, folded his hands across the table.
"Merchants are pulling out," Zyran said bluntly. "What can be done?"
The Guildmaster sighed. "The imperial tax is too high, Your Majesty. We cannot sustain business under these conditions."
"I can't lower the tax."
"Then trade will fail."
Zyran's hands curled into fists. "What if I offer state resources — iron, coa ...
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