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... o dense for peace, too sharp for mourning. It hung over Valleria like a noose made of smoke and broken trust. Even as reconstruction clawed forward across temple districts and shattered skybridges, Cambria Vale moved through the halls of her palace like a ghost wearing a crown.
Not queen. Not yet.
Not while the serpent still stirred in the north.
She stood now in the private solar, dawn bleeding through glass panes colored in red and gold. The message had burned, but the ...
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