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... longcase clock nestled beside the bookcase. Prince Lancelot stood by the window, arms behind his back, watching the smoke trails of chimneys spiral into the clear sky. Below, the capital stirred—merchants rolled carts through muddy streets, scribes posted new decrees, and guards stood watch over the plazas. But Lancelot’s eyes were fixed far beyond the city’s borders.
He had won the political gamble. The coalition was shattered, the Church silenced, and order restored. But now came the ...
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