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Hearing the relentless pounding on his courtyard gates, Saint Rosward was both nervous and furious.
"What the hell is Claudius trying to do? I've shut the gates and stayed out of his way, and now he's banging on my door?" Rosward fumed, pacing back and forth in his courtyard, his face red with anger.
Surrounding him was a group of slaves, along with his mentally deficient son, Saint Charlos, who was sitting on a chair being carried by attendants.
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