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... The Entire Royal Court by Accident
The treadmill was covered in a layer of dust so thick Lux could’ve sworn it had stratified into generations.
He dragged a finger across it slowly, eyes narrowing with the rising horror of someone witnessing unspeakable poverty.
Dust clung to his skin like guilt.
"...This is thicker than Lust’s library dust," he muttered, flicking the grime off his fingertip like it had personally insulted his bloodline. "And that place has scrol ...
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