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... ke a plague. Long tables lay overturned, silver platters scattered like fallen shields, goblets crushed under trampling boots. Wine and blood slicked the marble floor into a treacherous mirror. Nobles shrieked, their jeweled finery useless armor as they clawed for the walls, while steel clashed in a deadly rhythm that drowned out music, land laughter.
Reuben stood surrounded by guards, his mother at his side. Helga’s face was a mask, carved in ice, though her voice cut firm through the d ...
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