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... ntly in the evening breeze, golden chandeliers burned with soft white light, and polished marble reflected the solemn presence of the man at its center.
Dimitrius Ardent sat behind a carved obsidian desk, his posture regal, his golden hair shining faintly under the glow. Scrolls and documents lay neatly stacked, and the faint hum of a magical screen flickered before him. His eyes—sharp, unyielding—traced lines of strategy reports with the calm patience of a ruler burdened by decisions th ...
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