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... n spilled, like wine still clinging to the edge of a glass.
Ian stood behind Velrosa, expression blank—detached, quiet, like a blade that would lay resting on a whetstone.
He said nothing for a moment, scanning the shifting currents of noble gazes, the smug glint in Lugard’s eyes, the way some members of the Council leaned in ever so slightly, already savoring the promise of spectacle.
His voice broke the silence like a cut through velvet.
"What is your command?" ...
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