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... the echo of the crowd’s chant.
Then, all at once, silence.
The kind of silence that didn’t just fall—it pressed.
It sat heavy on the chests of every soul gathered there, as if the very air refused to move until the man standing above them spoke.
Leon stood motionless for a long time, the faint breeze tugging at the hem of his black cloak. The morning sun had climbed higher now, cutting through the smoke-stained clouds that still drifted from the battle. The scent ...
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