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... through the stone halls of the Royal Palace of Sarlan, his boots striking the floor with force, the sound echoing through the cold, empty corridors. His jaw clenched tight, his teeth grinding together in frustration as his thoughts churned with bitter anger. How could they raise these issues against him after everything he had done?
He had led them from the brink of death, from the frigid white plains where starvation and frost had claimed so many of their kin. He had fought, bled, and ...
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