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... w, leaving only glowing embers and the smell of ash in the morning air.
Damien sat on a throne, not a metaphorical one, but the actual velvet and iron chair Vargus, the Slaver King, had used to overlook his yard.
Now, Vargus was dead, buried under the rubble of his own ambition, and Damien sat in his place, counting gold.
"Final tally?" Damien asked, tossing a heavy gold coin into the air.
"Three million gold coins in liquid assets," a voice answered smoothly.
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