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... las moved like a force of nature—his boots thundering against marble, his ceremonial robe trailing behind him like an omen stitched in fury. Courtiers flung themselves against walls to avoid him. Guards, trained for war and worse, flinched at the storm in his eyes.
"South wing," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Private courtyard. That’s where they said he went."
The corridor turned narrow here, less ceremonial. Less gilded. More real. Fewer tapestries, more silence ...
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