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The great doors of the Audience Hall swung open with a low groan that rolled across the marble like thunder before a storm.
Gold banners hung from the vaults, flashing in the morning light. Torches guttered as courtiers stilled; the hall held its breath. At the far end, Papa sat on his obsidian throne—all shadowed muscle and command. He looked like a mountain whose shadow swallowed lesser things.
I stepped forward and bowed, smiling. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
He ...
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