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... p> The drums did not slow.
They thickened.
Each strike landed heavier than the last—deep, war-bellied thunder that rolled across the stone tiers and climbed into the ribs of every soul present. The air itself seemed to brace, taut as a drawn bowstring.
Levin’s gaze narrowed.
Naburash and Captain Varash followed the line of his sight—down past the blazing dais, past the gilded banners snapping in the heated wind—until their eyes caught on the same ...
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