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... stained-glass windows of Vincelles Palace, its light fractured into shades of crimson and gold that danced upon the stone floor like dying embers.
King Theodric of Francia, ruler by divine right and sword, sat upon his throne — a tall chair of whitewood inlaid with lapis and iron, the crest of House Veillair glinting beneath his fur-lined mantle.
He had not moved in some time.
Before him, the great hall was quiet save for the murmuring o ...
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