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Chapter 127. The Only One
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... t slept. The quarters they’d given him—a sparse room in the palace’s guest wing, clearly unused for months—held a bed he hadn’t touched, a window he’d stood at all night, watching the wounded sky shift through shades of red and purple.
Below, Drak’thar stirred. Not with the vibrant energy he remembered from the first dungeon’s visions, but with the grim purpose of a fortress preparing for siege. Dragons moved in disciplined formations. Supplies were being stockpiled near the central plaz ...
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