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The siege of Aldric’s court had reduced the grand hall to a place of silence, a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, breaking only when the wind whistled through the shattered windowpanes or when a rat scurried across the stone floor with the sound of dry leaves. I sat at the long oak table, my quill hovering over the parchment, the ink already dried in...
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