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... h table, a single candle flickering low beside her. No courtiers. No guards.
Just the crackle of the hearth and the soft fall of dusk through the stained glass window.
The doors opened.
Bootsteps, measured, and unhurried sounded across the floor. A man in weather-beaten armor stepped into the golden light, his cloak damp with travel and ash.
His dark hair was streaked with silver now, but the way he held himself with shoulders like iron, gaze like a blade, had not ...
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