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... pped forward. Their dancers swept across the arena in jewel-toned silks, moving with easy grace as baskets of spices and gleaming elephant tusks were laid before the Emperor.
Lorraine’s chest tightened. Corvalith. Soon, she told herself, she would belong among them, not here choking on Vaeloria’s tyranny.
They bowed low, and their tributes were lifted onto the gilded platform. The Emperor, smug as ever, touched them with the flat of his sword—a performance of grace, as if he were ...
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