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... ring curse when the Elders reacted.
Three of them stood so quickly their chairs scraped harshly against the obsidian floor. Another slammed a palm onto the table, robes trembling with barely contained outrage. Even the eldest among them—those who had lived through the last great succession crises—looked shaken.
Valttair simply watched.
’Hundreds of years without a fracture... and Kaedor is the fool who finally snaps the spine of this Council. And for what? Pride? A lie Ic ...
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