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... the air like a hammer, heavy and final. The hall froze again and laughter stopped, music cut mid-beat, dancers halted mid-step.
Then Maethra rose.. No one needed to say anything. Everyone felt it,the entire palace breathed with her. The walls pulsed faintly,veins of gold snaking through the stone like blood under skin.
Melchior looked at the others,his face was hard,flat,resigned.
"She’s done waiting," he said.
Rhea’s hand was already on her sword,Vesper clenched ...
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