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... heat of the city's relentless summer. The sky above the palace was a high, washed blue, touched at its edges with the first hints of winter's breath. The city, swollen by years of war and invention, hummed like a living machine. Yet, inside the palace walls, there was a quiet that no invention could banish.
For weeks, Constantine had slept badly. The nightmares returned-sometimes of the battlefield, sometimes of his father's deathbed, sometimes of faceless crowds demanding more than he ...
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