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... f his body. His gaze swept across the table where his companions sat , men who had followed him from mud and hunger into the halls of princes, and who now stared at him as if he’d brought them the omen of their own ruin.
None spoke. They didn’t need to. The air was heavy with the same thought that pressed on Alpheo’s chest but he dared not out.
We’re in too deep.
He had told them everything: the boy-emperor’s pitiful numbers, the hollow coffers, the mad reliance on mercen ...
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