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... man’s voice did not need to rise. The marble carried it for him, stretching each syllable across the vast hall until it thinned into a cold whisper. His cane struck the polished floor once, twice, the sound crisp and deliberate, like a judge marking the start of a trial.
Minister Fin appeared from the far corridor a heartbeat later.
The hem of his coat brushed against the frost glazed marble as he walked forward. The air beneath the capital was always cold, unnaturally so, as if ...
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