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... dorian, a meeting was in session.
It was a suffocating affair.
The air was heavy, the gold and the vintage wine did nothing to dissolve the weight of anxiety and the fear of annihilation.
King Alfred sat on his throne, his chin resting on a fist.
His tired eyes were set on the marble floor of his courtroom, not a single thought behind them. The jovial king was gone.
With Percival refusing his role in this timeline, the king could not laugh or jeer, or enjo ...
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