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... heat, lamps glowing in the fog, glass towers pulsing faintly with the breath of generators, and the slow machinery of a capital that never slept. From the royal office, the streets looked tidy, almost serene, like a ledger that had finally balanced. Bridges repaired, markets full, laws enforced. From where Dax stood, dressed and newly washed, it looked instead like an equation written in blood and traded favors. Every solution had a price, and he had paid for most of them himself. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋 ...
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