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... taking it. Not even the most silver-tongued courtier could deny the stench of rot clinging to the once-proud halls of their governance.
The signs were plain to see, not just within the crumbling borders of the princedom, but to every foreign dignitary and rival ruler who dared to peer in.
Five years ago, Herculia had been a name spoken with respect—perhaps not fear, but certainly a measure of deference. A dominant force in the western Princeling States, their banners once flew pr ...
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