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... stained-glass light behind him casting fractured halos across the war table.
Maps and missives were strewn in chaotic spirals — none of them good.
None of them hopeful.
He hadn’t slept in two days.
His wine had gone untouched.
And the voices hadn’t stopped.
Not the ones in his head — he wasn’t mad, not yet — but the real ones, clawing at the door of his court, murmuring through parchment and broken protocol.
Why did we burn our own homes, ...
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