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... o did was walk.
Not as a king. Not as a symbol. But as a man trying to understand the weight of what he had saved—and what might come for them next.
The caverns were dark, lit only by the humming arteries of the Blood City itself—veins of crimson light that pulsed along the walls like they were alive. The stone was warm underfoot, echoing with distant breaths and murmurs of the living.
Six hundred men. Exhausted. Half-starved. Scattered in tunnels. Sleeping in groups like ...
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