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... emselves were holding their breath. The world was watching Aragon now. No longer a forgotten kingdom tucked between mountains and rivers—Madrid was a beacon, a provocation, a promise. And all promises had to be tested.
Prince Lancelot rose early, before the bells, before even the bakers had stoked their ovens. He stood alone in the observatory tower, looking over the grid of lamplight and mist that was his capital. Behind him, the floor was scattered with drafts of new railway maps, powe ...
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