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... in a flowing black robe.
The throne upon which he rested was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, intricately carved from the dark wood of an ancit forest, adorned with crimson roses that seemed almost to bleed.
The man's posture was one of utter ease, his back reclined against the throne, with his gaze lazily following the graceful movemts of performers before him.
They danced and twirled, their colorful costumes a blur of motion and joy.
Yet, despite the spectacle, t ...
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