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... ragile at first, then rising with a cautious crescendo. Finally, one voice rang clear above the rest, reverberating across the sunlit courtyard:
"All hail Sire Leon... and the golden naga of Vellore!"
The city seemed to exhale in unison. The tension that had gripped every shoulder, stiffened every neck, and shadowed every eye broke like fragile ice. Fear melted into awe. Skepticism gave way to trust. Even uncertainty softened, tempered by the undeniable presence of the ruler who ...
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