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... ttering echoed through the council chamber.
Owen clutched the broken cup, ignoring the shards that pierced his skin. Blood flowed freely, and his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the middle-aged man seated opposite him. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, “Did the Marquis really say that?”
The middle-aged man was impeccably dressed, with a neatly trimmed mustache, exuding the air of a pampered nobleman.
Hearing Owen’s words, he raised his red tea and took a sip before speak ...
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