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He moved like silk—unrushed, unconcerned, each step deliberate. His expression remained unreadable, his hands clasped behind his back, his ceremonial court robes falling in deep, regal folds. There was no dramatic entrance. No storm of fury. Just silence, calm, and a strange kind of heaviness that settled into the floor with him.
He bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty," he said.
The Emperor’s knuckles were white around the armrest of his throne.
"Did yo ...
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