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... s the nobles of his faction took their seats beneath the vaulted ceilings. Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting colored patterns across the polished marble floor. The air was thick with tension, the weight of impending conflict pressing upon them all.
At the head of the long oaken table, Duke Marcus sat with his fingers steepled, his piercing emerald eyes scanning the room. His silver-streaked dark hair and regal bearing commanded immediate respect.
To his rig ...
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