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... ce calm but edged with impatience, like he was daring them to test him further. His gaze swept the hall, lingering just a heartbeat on Julian, who met it with a slight nod.

No one spoke. Defeat, fear, and awe.

The king's finger stopped tapping, and he straightened in his throne. "With that out of the way, let me make an announcement."

The crowd collectively swallowed hard, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be simple. It was abo ...

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