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... table at its center, their inked lines showing the empire's domains and the scattered forces that once swore loyalty to it.
Alix sits at the head of the table, his posture relaxed but his presence pressing down on the room like a weight. The dark aura that clings faintly to him makes even silence feel alive. Across from him, Gander leans forward, his hand resting on the edge of the table, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Your Majesty," Gander begins, voice low but firm, "yo ...
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