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... ant ember-light, each one carved with runes that pulsed like veins of molten rock.
It was here that Veltharion Ignarion sat in stern silence, a heavy crown of black iron resting on his brow, as the reports piled before him.
One by one, the courtiers spoke. Their voices were sharp, clipped, heavy with fear and calculation.
"My Lord, the latest shipment from the Red Coast never arrived," one steward said, sweat beading his brow. "Three merchant galleys lost without trace. N ...
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