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... from a throat constricted by rising bile. His voice, once a clarion call that led armies, cracked like a splintering wooden shield under the blow of a traitor’s axe. "Have you lost your mind, Serene? What are you raving about? You are speaking in riddles... stop this sick jest at once!"
He spun around, his frantic gaze searching for a sanctuary—for a single lie to cling to—in the faces of the palace staff. But he found none. The downcast eyes of the servants, who stared at the floor as ...
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