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Midnight lay heavy over Silthara Palace.
The desert had fallen silent, and the moon hung high above the golden towers, their pale light spilling through the carved lattice of the emperor’s chamber in long silver patterns across the black stone floor.
Inside, the air was thick—not with heat or cold, but with something darker and poisonous.
Zeramet Karash sat near the open window, the long cushions beneath him half-shadowed in moonlight. Hi ...
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