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... ing, as if the courtyard itself was holding its breath.
The question Leon had posed hung over the gathered citizens of Vellore like a sword suspended by a single thread.
"Can you accept a sincere ruler?"
For a heartbeat, no one moved. No one spoke. Then, a timid murmur began at the back of the crowd, soft and wavering like a breeze over dry leaves.
A man—older, hunched slightly from years of labor—stepped forward. His voice trembled as he spoke, carrying both doub ...
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