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... he second day of Baron Estefan’s rule. The crimson sky hung above Rammstein, silent, watching, as if the city itself was still unsure whether to kneel or run.
Frejlurd stepped into the Palace, his boots stained with mud and soot, remnants of the brutal night he and his men had given the traitors.
The marble floors inside were pristine, glistening under the morning light that pierced through the high windows. The scent of citrus polish and lavender oils hung in the air, fragrance ...
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