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... over the winding streets, their weathered surfaces scarred by past wars. Towers jutted into the sky like spears, their banners whipping in the dry evening wind. The streets, once teeming with merchants, musicians, and drunkards, now lay eerily quiet. The scent of cooked meat and spice, once thick in the air, had thinned. The capital—his capital—was suffocating under the weight of war.
At the heart of the city, the royal palace stood like a monument to forgotten glory. Its columns, carve ...
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