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... and son, broken only by the crackle of torches along the walls and the wavering flicker of candlelight.
Shadows stretched across the cold stone floor, shifting like phantoms from another age as Aric watched Xavier, the emperor’s gaze distant, burdened with something older, heavier than either of them.
After a long pause, Xavier finally spoke, his voice low, contemplative.
"Most would think to be emperor is to wield absolute power, to command with a single word, to bend ki ...
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