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The Hall of Dominion was a fortress of marble and brass, a monument to the Council’s wealth and control. The air here was always cool, scented faintly of imported spices, its windows angled to catch the morning light in gold. But today, as the delegates gathered, there was a heaviness — a dampness clinging to the walls like the aftertaste of a storm.
At the head of the crescent table, Archon Veyrus slammed a report onto the polished wood. The scroll unrolled across half th ...
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