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... ith the scent of old parchment and nervous sweat.
King Alistair sat slumped on his velvet throne, his crown feeling heavier than usual on his graying head. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the gilded armrest, a small, impatient sound lost in the drone of political debate.
"Where’s Liam?" the King whispered, leaning slightly to the side.
The royal guard standing at attention beside him didn’t move his body, but he gave a almost imperceptible shake of his head. He didn ...
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