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... vious exchange.
The atmosphere in the grand hall had turned from solemn reverence to familial warmth.
The kind of warmth that came only when warriors, rulers, and friends laid aside their crowns and remembered their kindness.
The clinking of glasses, the soft murmur of conversation, and the faint melody of string instruments filled the hall like a lullaby of peace.
Then, a deep, resonant voice cut through the chatter with easy confidence.
"I guess we’re on ...
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