The Sovereign's Fall
The mahogany doors of the Senate chamber swung open with a heavy, rhythmic thud, like the closing of a tomb. Senator Marcus walked down the aisle, his face a mask of calculated indifference. To the observers in the gallery, he was the "Iron Pillar of the Republic," a man of such unwavering stability that he seemed carved from the very stone of the Capitol. To Marcus, the stability was a cage....
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