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... attles won and courts mastered, laced with a quiet menace that promised swift retribution to any who crossed him.
His eyes, a piercing gray, swept the crowd with the precision of a hawk, missing nothing, and his presence seemed to hum with restrained power, like a storm held just at bay.
The crowd noticed him instantly.
Heads turned, conversations faltered, and a ripple of movement spread as nobles gravitated toward him, moths to a flame. "Duke Hanan!" one called, a portl ...
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