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... of Elders entered the Grand Hall in measured silence and bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty."
Draven did not immediately ask them to rise. He remained seated on the throne, one arm resting on the intricately carved armrest, his gaze heavy and unreadable. Meredith sat at his right, composed, regal, her silver hair falling neatly over her shoulders. Not a flicker of unease crossed her face.
The silence stretched, and the Elders slowly straightened on their own, shifting under the ...
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