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... clock and the low hum of the communication relay.
This place was from the older part of the capital, made of stone and silence, tucked high in the hills above the capital. One of his private properties, inherited from a line of kings who’d preferred solitude to spectacle. It was his grandfather’s private estate, one that he passed down directly to Dax.
From the window, Dax could see their spires rising over the district, gilded, beautiful, and rotting from within. He’d chosen th ...
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