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... he stone like a clock counting down to ruin.
The feast sprawled before him in gold plates piled high with roasted meats, goblets overflowing with wine. The pack celebrated, oblivious.
Fools, all of them.
"Let them gorge. Let them laugh." He took a crystal goblet from a passing servant and filled it to the brim with wine as dark as spilled blood
He settled into the high backed chair with a contented sigh and raised his goblet in a mocking toast. "To family," he whi ...
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